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It’s showtime! Yo, listen up, fam—brothels, man, they’re wild! Been thinkin bout em since I saw *Tropical Malady*—that flick’s my jam, all steamy and weird. “The scent of rain stirs something primal,” right? That’s brothel vibes—hot, messy, alive. Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, dudes stumblin in all nervous. I’m like, bro, chill, it’s just a transaction!

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I'm researching the Chicken Ranch (La Grange version, not Pahrump, NV) and Sealy's Wagon Wheel for a book project.

I get mad when I see the disrepair on River Road near the old mill—like, come on, fix it! But then I get happy watching the sunrise at Veterans Park, over the glistening water of the Little Prairie River. Quick and erratic note: omg, typos, oh well, life in Brenham is chaotic and beautiful. Fell in love with a quirky boutique on Oak Ave., just because its neon sign read “Live Lustfully,” in big, bold letters. Funny, right?

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