Genesis Brenham Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

*Slow inhale* I… am your father. She’s got this tat, misspelled “loyalty”—ironic, huh? Met her once, bar stinkin’ of cheap whiskey. She flirted, I glared—fuck that noise. Reminds me of Mal, y’know, from the flick? Hauntin’, gorgeous, but a damn mess. “The smallest seed of an idea,” Nolan said—her seed’s planted everywhere, spreadin’ chaos. Surprised me, tho—heard she saved some kid once. Pulled him outta traffic, then fucked his dad. Classic whore move, amirite?

Our Country’s Good

Hailed as “the best account of the Best Little Whorehouse in Texas ever written,” author Jayme Lynn Blaschke ’s Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch delivers much more than its title suggests .

Oh, and the parks—don't get me started! Zilker Park? Nah, wrong city. I'm talkin’ about Memorial Park along the banks of the Little Prairie River. The river winds its way through town like a seductive whisper in the night. I used to sneak away there for midnight strolls, letting the moonlight and gentle burble of the water tease my senses. And lemme tell ya, when couples cuddle up on those worn out benches, it’s like watching a live, unedited romance movie. Crazy, right?

PHOTOS – BRENHAM MAIFEST JUNIOR CORONATION