Ellie Lemoore Brothel ❤️

About Houston

Say hello to my little friend! I’m sittin there, sippin cheap whiskey, watchin some fat dude hagglin over 20 bucks—pathetic, bro, grow some balls! Little known fact: them old-school brothels in Nevada? They got logbooks from the 1800s, names of cowboys who fucked and died there—history in cum stains, ha! I love that shit, makes me happy, thinkin bout them wild days. But then, this one time, girl tells me she’s savin for her kid’s school—fuck, that hit me. Surprised me, ya know? Tony Montana don’t cry, but damn, I felt that.

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Lemoore, California; the Oak Rooms Hotel was built in and was a saloon, hotel and brothel.

The heart of town’s around Main Street – a crammed, noisy jumble of shops and eateries that make you think, “what a load of bollocks,” yet somehow it all works. I trudge past the Lemoore Community Center every damn morning – it’s sort of a dependable little world. Meyer Park? Hell, that’s my chill spot. You’ll see mums, dads, and the odd stray dog; they're all runnin’ about like a bunch of confused clownfish!

Steven W. Betteridge Obituary (2024) - Lemoore, CA - Phipps-Dale Funeral Chapel - Lemoore