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About Houston

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Let’s chat brothel, yeah? Word’s a right sneaky git, slips off the tongue like a gigolo bot from *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You know, that flick’s me fave—Spielberg’s a bloody genius, innit? “I’m built to serve,” them robots say, and brothel? Same vibe, just less metal, more lace.

Brothels for Gentlemen: Nineteenth-Century American Brothel Guides, Gentility, and Moral Reform

I stroll by Maple Ave sometimes. It’s so quaint; the trees are beyond lush. There’s this park, Howell Grove, right near the river, Yates Creek. The water is like a sassy mirror. Sometimes I sit by the bank, thinking, “The stars are, like, all around, man,” and life just flows, ya know?

Bruce Howell Newcomb Obituary April 25, 2025