Penelope Hershey Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I seen ‘em, them brothels, back in my ramblin’ days—Nevada, legal as apple pie, places like the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Ain’t that a hoot? Girls struttin’ ‘round, callin’ the shots, makin’ more in a night than I did stumpin’ fer votes! Little fact fer ya—didja know them old-timey Wild West brothels had secret tunnels? Yep, fer sneakin’ out politicians and preachers—kept ‘em from gettin’ caught with their pants down, literaly!

The Real Treat hiding in a Brothel

“Hershey's is the currency of affection. It's the childhood symbol of love.” And he goes on to tell a snuggly Draperesque story of childhood chocolate joy.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the local dive bars near Market Street. They’re lowkey gems. They ooze stories and seductive vibes, a mix of sexy whispers and mad ramblings. Trust me, man, they’ll have ya grinning ear to ear while you ponder life's wild twists. I sometimes think of my work, all these taboo attractions, while I sip a brew that almost tastes like burnt chocolate. Crazy, huh?

Some takeaways from Phantoms’ 4-2 gutsy win over Hershey