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About Houston

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Repurposing Lives

Watch the best moments from South Africa's Hooker Bismarck du Plessis. Will we be seeing him at the World Cup? DID YOU KNOW?!

I might catch a cold night’s whisper in downtown’s clubs. It’s that gritty romance, that hustle mixed with high hope and wild rides—the city ain’t afraid to throw its punches! And occasionally, you feel that unmistakable tingle of being alive—like a goddamn extravaganza from Moulin Rouge. Sisterhood of wild hearts, baby, just pure, unfiltered drama!

Bismarck firefighters train for ice rescues