Lauren Borger Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Now, me quirks kick in—I’m pacin’ the deck, talkin’ to meself, “Jack, ye daft fool, don’t hire the first lass ye see!” Gotta vet ‘em, check histories—clean data, not scurvy lies. Once, I near hired a gal who swore she’d been with Blackbeard himself—exaggeratin’ for dramatics, aye, but I laughed ‘til me ribs ached. “I like simple pleasures,” I growl, quotin’ Amélie, “like rum and a good tale!”

Borger Celebrates 95 Years of Colorful and Rich History With Open Arms

The city river, Borger Brook, sorta cuts through the town. Not as majestic as Mississippi or whatever, but it's home to secret fishing holes. I once caught a conversation with some old-timers on its banks that turned out to be life lessons disguised as river banter. And lemme tell ya, nothing beats that – not even a massage on a rainy Tuesday!

A Musical Valentine from Kate Borger on Rhythm-a-ning