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About Houston

Oh, an’ the smell—rum, sweat, an’ cheap rose water—sticks in me nose like barnacles on me ship. Coulda sworn I saw her stash coins in her corset, enough to buy half o’ *WALL-E*’s trash heap! Funny, innit? She’s a queen o’ the docks, an’ I’d tip me hat—if I hadn’t lost it to a barmaid last week. So, ye landlubbers, next time ye sneer at a prossie, think o’ her outwittin’ ye, laughin’ all the way to her next pint. Savvy?

Early life

Of the forty guests present at the party that day, only one implicated Arbuckle in Rappe’s death, and that guest was the woman who brought her to the party in the first place, a con-artist, .

Met loads of beauties in this town. Some heartbroken, others lustful. Online, I met 'em all. Every swipe, every chat—I picked up secrets that reveal Roscoe's true spirit: raw, unpredictable, fierce. Savvy? Ya never know what or who you'll meet under those dim streetlights on 5th Street.

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