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So – I’m chattin’ her up. She’s cool – sassy. Says – “50 bucks, hon.” I pause. Mid-sentence – like THIS. And go – “FIFTY? For THAT?” She smirks. I’m pissed – but also – impressed. Hustle’s real. Reminds me – *“Lobby Boy – where’s my manners?”* I tip her extra. Cause – ya know – respect. Transaction’s smooth – but my head’s SPINNIN’. What’s the DATA say? Prostitution’s old as dirt – fact! Ancient Rome? They had brothels – TAXED ‘em. Government was like – “Cha-ching!” Still blows my mind.

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Down on Washington Street, the vibe is electric, almost sexual in its energy. I mean, every brick practically whispers secrets. Downtown Brenham is a maze of historic storefronts, chipped sidewalks, and neon-lit bars that pulse with late-night laughter. The local bar "The Rusty Spur" on South Main? Freaking legendary. I once had a deep, intimate convo with a client there—talkin’ passion, desires, and life—while sipping on a bourbon that practically burned my throat (in a good way!).

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