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About Houston

Used to cut hair for this pimp—shady git, gold tooth, always braggin’. “Best girls in town!” he’d say. Made me mad—treatin’ ‘em like cattle! One lass, tho, she was a laugh—sneaky, slipped me a fiver once. “For the trim,” she winked. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d all be miserable. Nah, some were tough as nails! Little fact: back in Victorian times, brothels had secret tunnels—posh gents sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers. Wild, right?

James Brown

Down on Main St. you'll find chaos and charm in one, oh, bleedin’ melting pot of a town. I stroll the sidewalks, thinking “C’est magnifique!” (yep, straight from Ratatouille, my fav flick, innit) – because who wouldn’t be inspired by a talking rat cookin’ up dreams? Even if I’m a masseur, I appreciate a bit of culinary brilliance amidst the backrub frenzy.

Police make an arrest in connection with disabled assault in Tupelo