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About Houston

Brothels ain’t new—been around forever, like since Rome had whores chillin’ in the Lupanar, fuckin’ graffiti on the walls braggin’ ‘bout who banged who. Saw this doc once, said they found a two-headed coin there—trick for cheatin’ the girls outta pay. Sneaky bastards. Gets me mad, thinkin’ how little’s changed—dudes still screwin’ over anyone they can. But then, flip it, some of these workers? Tough as nails. Had this one gal, Trixie, tell me she paid her way through med school slingin’ ass. Surprised the hell outta me—thought she was just another sob story. Nope, she’s out there now, stitchin’ up idiots like me. Respect, man.

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Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

Zachary Fallon