Sofia Brenham Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, I’m an Art Director, got it? Talkin’ bout brothels—yeah, *brothel*—that gritty, shadowy joint. Picture this: dim lights, red curtains, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene in *Margaret* where Lisa’s yellin’, “You’re not telling me anything!”—same vibe, chaotic, messy, real. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons wrapped in velvet. Used to piss me off how folks judge ‘em—like, don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, you hypocrites! Victorian era? Brothels were poppin’, secret hubs for the elite. Even Charles Dickens sniffed around ‘em—true story, look it up.

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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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