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About Dallas

But yo, some shit pisses me off. Them laws, man, always fuckin’ with folks. Like, in Nevada, it’s cool, legal brothels, Bunny Ranch, all that. But cross the line? Cops swoop in, actin’ hard. Hypocrisy, dawg! “The world’s a chessboard,” like Carlos said—power moves, not fairness. Surprised me too, learnin’ ‘bout this cat, King Louis XV. Dude had a secret brothel, Deer Park, for his freaky ass. Royalty pimpin’? That’s gangsta.

A Note From the Publisher

The book starts in a brothel - Lady Helena is desperate to confront her husband, Nicholas after their disastrous wedding night, and when she finds an invitation.

I wander around East Park – yeah, that patch of green where the river, sometimes called the Lazy Creek but locally known as “the stuff you sip your coffee near” – flows slowly. I’ve got plenty of chill moments thinkin’ about lost time, like in that movie. And oh, my fave? The alley near Baker Street. Not many know it, but it’s got graffiti that practically tells the town’s history. Pure art, man. Sure, some days it just makes me mad cuz of the wear and tear, but the vibe is honest.

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