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I reckon I love ‘em, whores and all their mess. They’re real, raw, like a country song I ain’t wrote yet. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, sugar.” ‘Cause lord knows, I ain’t perfect—my halo’s crooked as a dawg’s hind leg! So yeah, whores? They’re my kinda people—flawed, fabulous, and fightin’. Just like that *Tabu* magic—dark, dreamy, and a little bit naughty!

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While certainly not the first whorehouse in Central Texas, the so-called Chicken Ranch was, for decades, the worst kept secret around.

Now, let me tell ya: Westside’s off Beatty Blvd. is where the real smarts hang out. It’s edgy, full of dive-bars, street art, and funky corners. Sometimes I get mad at all the wild noise when I’m trying to zen out. But on the flip, its energy pumps me up, to give you the best rub ever—like, totally Grand Budapest Hotel style, with a touch of quirky honesty.

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