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About Houston

She told me once, over a dodgy kebab, how she got into the game. Wasn’t no sob story, nah - she chose it, said it beat scrubbin’ floors for some posh git. “I’m not lost, I’m free,” she’d laugh, soundin’ like No-Face chompin’ gold. Made me happy, that - chick owned her vibe, didn’t let no one steal her spirit. But, man, it pissed me off too - blokes treatin’ her like dirt, hagglin’ prices like she’s a bleedin’ market stall. “You’re not a monster, you’re human!” I wanted to yell at ‘em, straight outta Miyazaki’s script.

The park? Ooh, Puddlewood Park. Tiny, but grand. It has gnarly trees. Rivers run slow near it, babbling secrets. I once had a client cry there. "Ah, damn, bittersweet, true copy of life!" – like that flick, Certified Copy. That line, precious!

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