Madison Brenham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

The movie’s got this scene—“I want to touch your hand”—and I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, whore’s prolly heard that a million times, right? Cringey, but sweet. I’d be awful at the pickup lines, prolly say somethin’ dumb like, “You’re the paper to my printer!” Ugh, kill me. But whore’s got grit—takes guts to hustle like that. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, y’know? Reminds me of Dwight, but sexier, haha!

Our Country’s Good

I freakin love my town! ⁣ ⁣ Last week at @Whitehorsetavernburtontx, the author of Gracie’s Place gave a talk on the local lore concerning a whore house in Brenham back in the 60's. .

Neighborhoods like the Oaks are off the charts. Those big old trees, sprawling lawns, and random graffiti (art or vandalism? Who gives a damn? It adds to the mystique!) make every block a story. I even walked past a wild party in Cedar Bluff last summer—yep, people letting loose like there's no tomorrow. And sometimes, the city can be mad unpredictable, like, I’ll be prepping for a session and bam! A random street fest on Maple and 3rd. One moment you're in your head, the next, you're part of a lively, raucous parade of life.

Brenham drops wild opening bi-district game in extras