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Once heard this wild tale—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! Chips, dude! I’m like, “What, no cash?” Surprised me big time—thought that only happened in movies. But nope, real life’s weirder. Makes me wanna yell, “Can’t we all just sing instead?” Haha, imagine me croonin’ to her, “Rainbow Connection,” while she’s countin’ chips—total Kermit move!

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Down on Washington Street, the vibe is electric, almost sexual in its energy. I mean, every brick practically whispers secrets. Downtown Brenham is a maze of historic storefronts, chipped sidewalks, and neon-lit bars that pulse with late-night laughter. The local bar "The Rusty Spur" on South Main? Freaking legendary. I once had a deep, intimate convo with a client there—talkin’ passion, desires, and life—while sipping on a bourbon that practically burned my throat (in a good way!).

Brenham Saddle Shop closes after 65 years of fashioning the Brazos Valley