Gianna Branford Center Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, escorts—high-end ones, not the sketchy street stuff—blow my mind. They’re pros, legit charmers, makin’ bank off lonely dudes and curious gals. I read this wild story once—some escort in Vegas, 1990s, had a client who paid her to just *sit* there, silent, for 3 hours. No talkin’, no nothin’. Freaky, right? Like, “The air moves slowly,” straight outta my fave movie—calm but intense. I was shook—people pay for *that*? Made me happy, tho—quiet’s underrated.

Dr. Daniel Hooker House (1725)

The following genealogies, listed alphabetically by surname, are available for research in the Reference Department at the Blackstone Library.

Man, sometimes, the city's vibe gets me all sorts of emotions. Crazy surprises, some days I’m pumped like I just won the lotto, others, mad frustrated when traffic on Birch Drive just kills my vibe. I remember this one night, got stuck on Birch Drive in a gridlock, listenin' to “Pan’s Labyrinth” quotes – like, “The world is not as it seems.” Had me feelin’ deep, know what I mean?

Branford Marsalis Named Artistic Director at Ellis Marsalis Center for Music