Rose Wagoner Brothel ❤️❤️

About Houston

Hola, hon! So, I’m a shepherd, right? Like, wranglin’ sheep all day—bah, bah, bah! But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ juicier—a brothel! Oh honey, picture this nasal twang goin’ wild, “The Nanny” laugh kickin’ in—HA-HA-HA! I’m thinkin’ bout them ladies, struttin’ round, makin’ cash, livin’ free. Kinda makes me jealous, ya know? Me, stuck with woolly idiots, while they’re out there, fancy-like, in satin and lace!

Mahylon's Place "Everybody Knew About It'

A prostitute found to have a venereal disease was dismissed immediately from the brothel or sent for treatment in a specially established women's hospital.

I must mention some secrets – like the little-known coffee shop off Church St. – a speical place that I visit when I need a break from all the digital date disasters. The owner’s a real character, always sharing town gossip that cant be found anywhere else. Hey, sometimes I wonder if this city isn’t a film set on its own, with moments echoing that meditative vibe, "sometimes less is more."

Edna Alma Wagoner, 76, Jasper