Hannah Progreso Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m picturing this brothel—neon lights flickering, probs in Nevada, ‘cause duh, legal there. Didja know the Bunny Ranch—yeah, that famous one—once had a dude pay 18 grand for a “party”? EIGHTEEN GRAND! For a night! I’d be pissed if I spent that and didn’t get a WALL-E-style “Eeeee-va!” happy ending, ya feel me? Makes me wanna scream, “Directive!”—like, what’s the mission here, bro? Cash or ass? Both, I guess. Greedy bastards. Happy? Sure, if you’re the one raking it in. Surprised? Hell no—humans are predictable AF.

Margaritas

More brothel than strip club. Still not certain about the name of this club. This was my first visit to the Rio Grande Valley. Having read prior reviews of this club, I decided to give it a try. I parked .

I had a moment, precious, near the misty bank of our beloved river, thinking of that film—Fish Tank, yes, it haunts me with its gritty beauty. "I want to be free," the voices in the wind moaned. And I, in my spa, whispering, “I want to be free,” too, but with a twist—free from the nagging clamor of everyday grief and monotony, yess my love.

Winter Texans gather for Tourist Day festivities in Nuevo Progreso