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About Dallas

What pisses me off? Cheap parlors—grubby, rushed, ugh. Ain’t no “You’re my salvation” vibe there, like in *Leviathan*. Just sticky floors and regret. Good sexual-massage tho? Heaven. Surprised me first time—thought it’d be all sleazy. Nope! Felt like a freakin’ king. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Dr. Evil don’t lie—*pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.”*—it’s power, pure and simple.

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First off, center stage is the old downtown district, where Main Street pulses with energy, neon-lit cafes, and that gnarly mural on the wall of the abandoned Baxter Building. It's like—BOOM!—a wild cinematic explosion of colors and voices. I once sat there, sipping a horrid mocha, thinking about the deep secrets of local families while Tarantino's badass lines whispered in my head: "I'm not gonna hurt ya, I'm just gonna bash ya!" in a softened, ironic lull that reminded me of the city’s rough tender secrets.

Mayfield Farmers Market opens 7 a.m. Saturday