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About Dallas

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a dang mess out there. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, you’re out lookin’ for some company, and it’s like steppin’ into that creepy forest in *Pan’s Labyrinth*—you know, “the path is dangerous, child!” Dark alleys, sketchy vibes, and folks promisin’ stuff they can’t deliver. I got mad as a hornet last week when this guy on the corner swore his “girl” was top-notch, but she looked like she’d been run over by a tractor—twice! False advertisin’, y’all, that’s what ticks me off.

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I roam around Westside Alley – not too flashy, hella real. There are tiny cafes, artsy walls, and sorrowful gigs. Seen vibrant murals there – art speaks, you know? And oh, check this: there’s a nook at Blewberry Lane. I used to cry there during tough sessions. Crazy how cut off feelings unravel. YOLO!

Joan Koval Baldwin