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About Houston

Love “Ratatouille,” y’know? “Anyone can cook!”—well, anyone can catch brothel too! Hits the herd sneaky-like, spreads faster’n gossip at Miss Piggy’s salon. Little-known fact: back in the ‘30s, vets thought it came from bad hay—ha! Nope, bacteria city, baby! Brucella’s the culprit—slimy lil’ jerks livin’ in placentas. Gross, right? Had me yellin’, “Sacre bleu!” like Remy the rat.

Memorable Manitobans

Yo, listen up, friend. McRae (us) ain't no ordinary dump, ya know? I been here for years, runnin' my spa nestled near Riverwind Avenue. This place, it's got hidden corners. Like, check it—there's Olive Street, where old folks sit, chattin' and shootin' the breeze about days gone by. You merely adopted the dark. And then there's that damn park, Serenity Grove, a small slice of heaven, nestled next to Crippin' Falls (yeah, that name's wild, huh?) where water gurgles like secrets.

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