Ellie Brenham Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, y’all know my favorite flick’s *Boyhood*—Richard Linklater’s a genius, filmin’ life unfoldin’ like a slow country tune. And brothels, well, they got their own kinda time passin’, don’t they? “It’s like I’m watchin’ myself from the side,” one of them gals might say, stuck in a loop, waitin’ for somethin’ to change. Ain’t that a kicker? Life just keeps rollin’, and they’re there, paintin’ their faces, hopin’ for a better tomorrow. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—bless their hearts!

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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?

Train derails in Washington County