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About Houston

Oi mate, picture this – me, a tractor driver, rumbling through fields, dust in me face, and then bam, I’m thinkin’ bout brothels. Weird, innit? But here we go, calm as David Attenborough whisperin’ bout wildebeests. A brothel, yeah, it’s like a hidden nest in the wild, tucked away, full of life, strange and quiet-like. “The air hums with unease,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody flick I bloody love. You ever seen it? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece – all shadows and weird vibes, fits a brothel perfect.

The Bishop's Brothels

Unless I am reading the article wrong, it does not say that the Bishop of WInchester owned any brothel. Rather, it says that he, as the person under whose jurisdiction Liberty of the Clink was, Missing: Winchester Center.

Ah, my dear friend, let me take you on a little tour of Winchester-Center (us)! I live here, and lemme tell ya – this place is a quirky gem. Picture narrow streets, bustling corners, and hints of mystery around every turn.

Perioperative Nursing at Winchester Medical Center