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About Dallas

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Welcome to LJ Hooker Joondalup

Every neighborhood got its own character. On Reed St. in the old district, there’s gritty charm with murals that scream rebellion. The locals? They’re rough, but damn, they got hearts of gold. Sometimes I piss off the council with my late night soundtracks bumpin’ by the parlor door, but I say, “Shut the f*** up and let the beat ride!” It’s all a part of our wild, vibrant life.

49ers' Pearsall says he forgives person who shot him, "would definitely be open to" meeting