Gianna Erwin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this chick – let’s call her Ruby – she’s a real piece o’ work. Back in them days, whores weren’t just eye candy, nah, they was survivors! Ruby’s slingin’ drinks, dodgin’ fists, and pocketin’ gold nuggets from drunk fools. Little known fact – some o’ these gals owned land! Yep, Ruby’s sittin’ on a patch o’ dirt worth more than the preacher’s soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ she outsmarted them sleazy bastards. “I drink your milkshake!” she’d holler, stealin’ their cash right under their noses!

The Ripper's Prey

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 .

Then ya got Riverside Park, runnin along the lazy Erwin River. Man, the river laps by, full of memories. I used to walk along there after sessions, cry or laugh – feelings overflow. At dusk, the water glows and I swear it whispers secrets in that Tabu kinda lyrical language, “Oh, my sweet torment.”

Melissa DeAnn Erwin Obituary October 28, 2024