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About Houston

Now, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you seen it? That whale, massive, rotting—reminds me of her, this prossie I met. She was a mystery, like Tarr’s long shots, yeah? “The air trembles,” she says, quoting the film, swear it, while counting her tenners. Made me laugh—hooker with a cinephile soul! Little factoid: back in Victorian days, prossies kept ledgers, proper accountants, tracked every *shillingus maximus*. Surprised me, that—thought they just, y’know, winged it.

18 fascinating things I learnt living next door to a prostitute

Jesus said to them, “Truly, I say to you, the tax collectors and the prostitutes go into the kingdom of God before you.

I gotta tell ya, ain't nothin' like spendin' a sunny afternoon in Riverbend Park. That park hugs the Red River – yep, the Red River flows yonder, adds a kinda ancient soul to the place. I sat on a battered ol’ bench, sweatin’ out my thoughts, rememberin’ how families reunite like clover after rain. Damn, it gets me every time – like "With every season, we find renewal." Reminds me to take a breath, keep on goin’, no matter what the day throws at ya!

LSU Baseball Update: Tigers host Grambling, Arkansas this week