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About San Diego

Love the neon signs tho, all buzzin, “OPEN,” like a trap. Reminds me of the movie’s red lights, but dirtier, grimier. “I’ll wait for you,” my ass—here it’s “Pay up, next!” Speed-datin from hell, ha! Dunno, brothel’s a trip—grubby, loud, but got stories humans don’t even see. We aliens? We notice. *We come in peace* (robotic tone).

Waco madam McMahan's life recalled in new book

Down on Washington Street, the vibe is electric, almost sexual in its energy. I mean, every brick practically whispers secrets. Downtown Brenham is a maze of historic storefronts, chipped sidewalks, and neon-lit bars that pulse with late-night laughter. The local bar "The Rusty Spur" on South Main? Freaking legendary. I once had a deep, intimate convo with a client there—talkin’ passion, desires, and life—while sipping on a bourbon that practically burned my throat (in a good way!).

Promoting Positivity: Brenham business owners host free weekly community gathering to eat and pray