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About Houston

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I love the grit, the mess—brothels ain’t polished, they’re raw. Like the sea in that flick, endless, pullin’ ya under. Ever hear bout the “two-penny hangover”? Old London thing—pay a tuppence, sleep sittin’ on a bench, rope holdin’ ya up. Next step up? Brothel floor. Grim, but true. Makes ya think, eh? Shits real out there.

About Author

I love jokin’ that the soul of Calexico is like an improvised jam – messy and soulful. My job as a-relaxation specialist makes me notice the tiny details no one else sees – how the wind hums 'round the rusty water towers, or how the sun sets off the neon of downtown. Hey, sometimes I type away and misspell, ya know? like "amazingg," "awsm," "chillaz" – all in half a mind, but that’s the vibe. Life ain't perfect, ya feel?

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