Charlotte Brenham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Whoa, almost forgot – it’s fast, brutal. No fancy strategy, just gut. Like Ennis and Jack, raw and real. “You got no fuckin’ idea” – that’s whore when you’re losin’. Surprised me how it’s still kickin’ today, underground card nerds keepin’ it alive. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like a secret club – I’m in, you’re not, ha! Ever tried it? Shits wild, man, total rush. Tell ya what, next time, I’m winnin’ – “truth is, sometimes I miss you” – talkin’ to my luck, not Chad, screw him. Whoa.

Early history

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. .

I get mad when I see the disrepair on River Road near the old mill—like, come on, fix it! But then I get happy watching the sunrise at Veterans Park, over the glistening water of the Little Prairie River. Quick and erratic note: omg, typos, oh well, life in Brenham is chaotic and beautiful. Fell in love with a quirky boutique on Oak Ave., just because its neon sign read “Live Lustfully,” in big, bold letters. Funny, right?

Herbert Thiel Obituary April 10, 2025