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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

TWO ARRESTED ON LOCAL PROSTITUTION CHARGE

The last madam of the infamous Texas brothel that inspired the movie "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas" has died in Phoenix on Feb. 25,

Anyway, Brenham’s a wild mix—a mashup of sexy intimacy and raw urban grit. It’s a city that’s alive, pumping with its own heartbeat, loud and thrumming, just like me on a wild Friday night. So, when you visit, buddy, get ready for surprises at every corner. Love the unexpected, live the raw moments—'cause in Brenham, every day is a scene straight outta "Inglourious Baasterds," where destiny dances with desire. Cheers, and remember—"Greed is good!"

‘Very special,’ 65 years of Brenham Saddle Shop, remembered