Mia Brenham Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I heard bout a whore workin the backroads near my ol huntin spot—folks called her “Squirrel” cause she’d stash cash in weird places, like under logs. Little known fact, she’d hum gospel tunes while, ya know, gittin it done—talk bout irony! Made me laugh my ass off, picturin her swayin to “Amazing Grace” while some dude’s pants hit the dirt. Git-R-Done, Squirrel!

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whore play Lady Jane? (page 11) • That's excellent, Brenham, very uent. (page 16) • There was one, Mary Brenham, she read so well, perhaps this play will.

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?

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