Megan Brenham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *Stories We Tell*—there’s this line, “Truth’s slippery,” and dang if that don’t fit. Whore’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted ‘round. Fun fact—did ya know back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal who loved too much? Ain’t that a hoot? Now it’s all “dirty,” “low-down,” and I’m over here like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks?” Makes me wanna holler sometimes. I reckon Ruby’d say the same—she’d strut by, winkin’, makin’ ‘em squirm.

TWO ARRESTED ON LOCAL PROSTITUTION CHARGE

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. .

Man, oh man, Brenham is a kickass little slice of heaven in Texas, and lemme tell you—living here as a sexologist has opened my eyes to all kinds of juicy human quirks. This ain't your average town; it's raw, it's real, it's gritty like "Inglourious Baasterds"—"Gentlemen, you had my curiosity, but now you have my attention!"—and as Gordon Gekko would say, "Greed is good," baby!

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