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About Dallas

Now, y’all, I’d be lyin’ if I said I weren’t a lil scandalized—me, a sweet Tennessee rose, dreamin’ up harlots! But shoot, it’s fun. Maybe I’d sneak in a sassy NPC, all “I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout it,” quotin’ the movie, winkin’ atcha while she picks yer pocket. Brothels ain’t just sin, honey—they’re stories, messy ones. I’d play up the drama—fights over a john, a gal savin’ up to skedaddle. Exaggeratin’? Sure, maybe the madam’s got a pet gator in the parlor—why not?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I gotta be real here – life is messy. My spa, a haven of calm in a frenzy of daily madness, has seen it all. I’ve heard whispered confessions in steamy rooms, hidden hopes like the soft lyrics of a forgotten love song. Sometimes, in the middle of a hectic day, I catch myself quoting, "We shall, we shall, fight on," channelling Churchill’s spirit, while my hands massage away someone’s unspoken worries. It humbles and maddens me, this intimate dance of souls.

Consuelo M. "Connie" Perrault