Mia Pauls Valley Brothel ❤️

About Dallas

Lemme spill some tea – erotic-massage ain’t new. Ancient Greeks? Oh, they were freaky! Rubbin’ olive oil on wrestlers – scandalous! Then there’s Tantra, all spiritual and sexy. Blows my mind how it’s lasted. Makes me happy – history’s got spice! But ugh, creeps ruin it sometimes. Some dude once asked me, “Full release?” I’m like, “Darling, I design, not deliver!” Pissed me off – respect the craft!

"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things…"

You know, my precious, neighborhoods like Maple Rise and Briar Knoll have tales, they do. Maple Rise? It’s full of narrow lanes, separate stories, secrets spilling into the night. Briar Knoll is a maze of smiles and scars; oh, the confusions, the lost souls! Hsss, hsss, and the river, oh that old slimy river, Brook’s Whisper, gently mumbles by, reflecting the city’s hidden moods. Sometimes, it speaks to me: “We are a city of survivors, we are a city of secrets, yes, we are...” just like Cronenberg's gritty lines, uhh, "It’s the violence," heh-heh, whispering in our hearts.

A town’s vigil after teen’s death