Ellie Albemarle Brothel ❤️

About Houston

Oh, and the typos—fuckin hate em but here ya go: brotle, brohtel, brothell. Drives me nuts, Clarice, but it’s real, messy, like life there. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But I’d carve a masterpiece outta that dump if I could—girls’d thank me. Thoughts in my head? Too many, all screamin—eat the pimps, free the dolls. Ain’t that a riot? Tell me, Clarice… ya ever seen such a beautiful hell?

Our Girls’ Schedules

I r8, so every street and park tells a story here. There’s quirk, passion, anger, and love. The city is messy, and so are we. Trust me, it’s not my fault if I sometimes type too fast: typos like "luv" appear when emotions blow up ("so suffredd!"). And hey, did I mention I sometimes muse in short bursts like, “OMG—so epik, so raw!” And again, like, “I can see Russia from my house!”

Spanberger tells Albemarle Democrats “I don’t want to just win; I want to crush it”