Aria Brenham Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oh, one time, heard story—whore in Siberia, 1800s, froze her pimp solid! True shit, left him in snow, took his coat, strutted off. Laughed my ass off—ice-cold revenge, literally! Lightbulb! She’s queen, not pawn. Hate when folks miss that, call her trash. Trash? Nah, she’s diamond in dump, sparklin’ despite muck.

TWO ARRESTED ON LOCAL PROSTITUTION CHARGE

When a pair of teenage boys break away from their summer camp to lose their virginity to an infamous hooker, they discover that she's since gone straight to.

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?

BRENHAM CUBETTE SOFTBALL BATTLES IN AREA PLAYOFF, FALLS JUST SHORT TO NEDERLAND