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About Houston

Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

Miami Red Light District

So when you visit, wander, chat with the locals, listen to the whispers of those forgotten corners – they got stories that’d melt your heart or spurt a good laugh when you least expect it. And always, remember the line from Leviathan – life’s a twisted ride with no neat end, but that’s what makes it all so freakin’ darn alive! Enjoy, kid.

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