Emily Brenham Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, whore—street slang, old-school insult, whatever—it’s been around forever. Back in the 1600s, they’d toss it at any chick who didn’t play by the rules. Pisses me off how it’s always the gals gettin’ slammed, right? Dudes could bang half the town and get a pat on the back. Hypocrisy—makes my blood boil! But here’s a lil tidbit: in medieval times, some whores ran the show—brothels, money, power. Queens of the underground! Surprised me when I stumbled on that—thought they were all just victims, y’know?

TWO ARRESTED ON LOCAL PROSTITUTION CHARGE

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.

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.

‘Very special,’ 65 years of Brenham Saddle Shop, remembered