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About Dallas

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

Asia Pacific

Orchard Towers, sometimes known as the "Four Floors Of Whores", belongs to what many would dub the seedier side of town. In the s, nightclubs and massage parlours had begun to .

I got a fave spot: the little-known Zen Den on Lavender Road, tucked behind a crumbling art deco building. It’s quiet, secret, and smells of jasmine – proper bliss. I swear, sometimes I think my life’s like a groovy dream where every stress just fades away.

Blossoms, once again: Cidery first step toward reviving vast West Brookfield orchards