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About Dallas

Sometimes. I think. Brothels are. Sad as hell. Guys lookin’. For somethin’. They can’t find. Makes me mad. World’s messed up! But then. I laugh. ‘Cause some dude. Probably slipped. On a wet floor. Chasin’ tail! Hilarious! I’d watch that. All day. Popcorn ready!

Lone Star Cinema: The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas

Now I'm a spa owner, right? I spend me days massaging away the sea salt stress and all that blah blah... and I’ve seen the city in ways no landlubber would. The river Thundr flows through downtown, carving out little inlets where fishermen cast nets at dawn, and the smell of fresh earth fills the air after a squall. Man, that never fails to mak me heart thrash like a wild parrot. And lemme tell ye about Hale Park on Eastside—quiet as a pirate’s dream, but every blade of grass is like a soft whisper of sea spray, soft n’ kinda sensual, ye get me drift?

The Conners Season 7’s Darlene Story Ends Up Being Pointless (But It's For The Better)