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So, check it—brothels, man, they wild. Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, dirty little wolf dens. Freaky, right? I’m cruisin’ my tractor, puffin’ a blunt, picturin’ it—dusty streets, togas, some ol’ dude sneakin’ in. Fo’ shizzle, history’s pimpin’. Nowadays, it’s all neon lights, shady vibes, cash flowin’ like water. Makes me happy, tho—freedom, ya feel me? People doin’ they thang, no judgment.

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In the years before the Chicken Ranch was closed, authorities had closed houses of ill repute in Brenham, Cuero and Taylor. Zindler, a toupee-.

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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