Zara Coeur D'alene Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, picture this: back in the day, like 1800s, whores weren’t just “ladies of the night,” nah, some ran whole towns! Little known fact—brothels in the Wild West? Powerhouses! They had cash, guns, secrets—ran shit better than sheriffs! Makes me happy, thinkin’ how they flipped the game. Surprised me too—thought they just, y’know, did their thing. Nope! Badass bosses, Hi-ho!

Downtown Coeur‑d’Alene, man, is tight-packed on Sherman Ave and Main. Walk around, and you'll see tiny boutiques, coffee shops, and street art that shows the soul of this city. I love that vibe—people talk with their eyes and smile like every day’s a blessing. And hey, our local park, McEuen Park, is a real treat. Kids run wild there. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the skate park and watch life go by. It’s a reminder that we’re all connected, ya know? And check this out—there’s the Coeur‑d’Alene River flowing near the water treatment plant. It’s a sneak peek of nature’s rawness amid city buzz.

Raymond (Ray) Robert Bradley, 78