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About Dallas

Still, it’s fascinatin’—the power plays, the cash, the desperation. Like, who’s really in charge? The madam? The girls? The guy with the fattest wallet? It’s a freakin’ circus! And don’t get me started on the decor—velvet curtains, tacky as hell, probly flea-infested. I’d redesign it—somethin’ sleek, moody, less “grandma’s attic.” But that’s me—neurotic, picky, rantin’ about brothels like it’s my job. Pretty, pretty good way to kill an evenin’, though—thinkin’ bout it, not goin’! Ha!

I only date men who visit sex workers

Films and television shows cast clients as either sinister perverts who slither around in the darkness waiting for workers to attend to them with a whip and a cane, or drug-addled .

Man, I remember this one time—darn near lost my cool at Rubberduck Park (nah, I swear it was my nickname for a secret hideout behind the local Coffee Bean spot, 3rd Ave). Felt like, “Oh, bloody hell, what a riot this family drama is!” All the while, I kept sayin’, “Git-R-Done!” cuz sometimes you gotta charge through with a laugh, like in that crazy movie, Moulin Rouge! "Sparkling, like a blinding vision of beauty!"

Sarah Iselin: Leading Women 2025