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About Houston

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

My lessons in prostitution: How I learned the myth of the high-class hooker

SO WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE OWN A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL? Lovely people. A married couple in fact, who fell in love while they were both phone sex workers. They were the most incredible .

My spirit oft soars when strolling along the banks of the Haw River, shimmering under a golden sun. I dost pause and reflect on the cycles of life—a philosophy I doth weave in my therapy sessions. Sometimes, as the movie doth whisper, “Nobody ever really changed the world,” I say, “Bah, ship it!”

High Point's Huss to Creighton as HC-in-waiting