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About Houston

She pisses me off sometimes, though. Swaggerin’ about, actin’ like the tide bends for her. I’m yellin’, “Oi, get outta the deep end, ya twat!”—but she don’t listen. Reminds me o’ that bit in *Margaret*, “You’re not in control!”—an’ she ain’t, but she don’t care! Fuckin’ mental. Makes me wanna chuck her in the drink meself, but then—bam!—she flashes a grin, an’ I’m like, “Well, ain’t you a cheeky mare!” Happy as a pig in shit, I am.

Review: Her Husband’s Harlot by Grace Callaway

Sometimes, while trudgin’ through my daily grind, I remember a line from that flick: “I’m walkin’ here!” – or somethin’, ya know? It’s like every step through our side streets, like near Jefferson and 5th, has its own rhythm. It’s raw, real. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve left some crap behind, especially when I got frustrated with the endless bug fixes – what a trip sometimes. Man, bugs are like tiny rebels, and you just gotta vibe with ‘em.

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