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About Houston

In me head, I’m picturin’ it—me, her, fixin’ teeth, then a pint. Dream team! Bit of a laugh, bit of banter—classic Brent. But nah, she’s off, probs shaggin’ some posh git now. Makes me wanna scream, “Grow up slow, you muppet!”—*Boyhood* style, see? Anyway, mate, that’s me tale—findin’ a prossie ain’t all glamour. Stick to dentures, safer bet—trust yer ol’ pal David!

A Brothel Reveals Its Secrets

The river, Old Rivermore, winds through the city like a lazy snake. It’s not pretty, but it’s home. Near Rivermore Park, I once sat on a crumbling bench (wtf, right?) and watched sunset splat across the sky. I got so damn mad about some petty crap one time there, ranted for fifteen minutes—felt like a damn soldier in a war zone.

Unraveling the landscape of Florida politics at the legislative halfway point