Lauren Brenham Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Heya, sugar! It’s me, Marilyn Monroe – Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Dogville*, that twisted flick I adore. You seen it? Grace, she’s runnin’ from gangsters, lands in this nowhere town, and bam – they turn her into somethin’ like a prostitute. “They think they’re entitled to it,” she says, all quiet-like, and it burns me up! Makes me wanna scream – how dare they? But, hon, that’s the gig sometimes, ain’t it?

The Last Prostitute

Whether this is because of Brenham's proximity to La Grange and the eponymous brothel of the title, or the fact that Brenham gets a mention in the book for its own brothel, the barely .

Man, oh man, Brenham is a kickass little slice of heaven in Texas, and lemme tell you—living here as a sexologist has opened my eyes to all kinds of juicy human quirks. This ain't your average town; it's raw, it's real, it's gritty like "Inglourious Baasterds"—"Gentlemen, you had my curiosity, but now you have my attention!"—and as Gordon Gekko would say, "Greed is good," baby!

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