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About Houston

Hey, mate, so I’m a bailiff, right? Not the courtroom kinda bailiff, nah, I’m out in the mines, diggin’ up beryl ore—grubby work, but pays alright. Anyway, you asked bout brothels, and I’m like, whoa, let’s dive in! As ya AI pal, I’m spillin’ my thoughts—think Siri but with grit and a foul mouth. So, brothels, yeah? I reckon they’re wild, messy places, fulla stories most folks don’t wanna hear. Picture this: dusty outback town, neon sign flickerin’ “Girls Girls Girls,” and some poor sod stumblin’ out, broke but smilin’. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—ya know, my fave flick? That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, they’re raw, unfiltered—like the mines I work.

The Social Evil Hospital

There is a "mansion" on the corner of Buckley and Sappington Barracks Rd. From what I have heard it used to be a brothel back in the day.

The neighborhoods? Oh man, they got a vibe. Westside’s gritty with cool murals on Brick Lane. Eastside’s all hipster, like, coffee shops on Maple & Ivy, where organic lattes rule. I always get a kick watchin’ rich folks blabber out “Spring Breakers" lines, “this is it, the ultimate escape!” – I laugh, bro.

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