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About Houston

So, I’m out ere, tryna find a prossie, yeah? Streets buzzin’, I’m like, “Is it ’cos I is black?”—cos some geezers give me dodgy looks, innit! Makes me vexed, bruv, proper fumin’. Like, why’s it gotta be a mission? Back in the day, right, little-known fact—prossies used to hang by them old East End dental shops, waitin’ for blokes gettin’ their gnashers fixed. True story, fam! Swear down, me nan told me that one.

Mother Featherlegs

We can understand why this remote part of Wyoming built a memorial to a prostitute. They were grateful just to have one. The grave of "Mother Featherlegs".

I love my little hidden gem – the rundown bookstore on King’s Alley. It’s ugly as hell, but its smell and that creaky door give ya flashbacks to a forgotten era. I even had a session there once with a family dealing with infidelity – the vibe helped them open up. Weird, yeah? But sometimes, minor quirks lead to major breakthroughs.

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