Katherine Ruston Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

Oh honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—bout them brothels! I’m sittin here, thinkin, choppin logs in my head like a damn lumberjack, and I got OPINIONS. Brothels, huh? Kinda wild, kinda shady, like that freaky Tenenbaum fam I adore. Picture this—some dusty joint, red lights flickerin, girls struttin like they own it. “You’re a genius, Max Fischer,” I’d say to the madam runnin the show—cuz she’s gotta be, right? Jugglin clients, cash, and cops? That’s talent, baby!

The history of brothels

An FBI investigation that has come under criticism by some who say the agency was spending its time investigating prostitutes instead of potential terrorists.

Livin' in Ruston has its quirks. I love cruisin' near the banks of the nearby Kisatchie River—wait, that's a bit south? Eh, close enough, bro. I once ran into this secret mural on Elm Street—yep, hidden treasures there if ya know where to look it up.

Easter Day shooting leaves one dead in Ruston