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Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

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Although the managers of Texas brothels during the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries included a good many well-known madams-Blanche Dumont in Austin and Mary Porter in Fort .

Man, lemme tell ya about Dumont, US – it's freakin' magic, bro. I mean, this place, it's like a scene outta "Only Lovers Left Alive"... but like, with our own twist. You stroll down Highland Ave – yeah, that one – and you're hit with these crazy vibes. The sidewalks? They're worn down, kinda like the faces of old souls who saw it all. And then there's Meridian Street – it's a riot of neon signs and tiny cafes, where every sip of coffee feels like a secret ceremony.

Charles Dumont, composer of Édith Piaf’s ‘Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien,’ dead at 95