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About Dallas

Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

Guide to Visiting the Tbilisi Sulphur Baths

Oh! And then there's the Sulphur Art Alley! A backstreet so divine, graffiti splashed with wild colours. “Caveat emptor alii!” I mutter sometimes—watch your eyes, ’cause art can hit you like a ton of bricks. Sometimes I’ll wander here, my thoughts swirling fast like “…damn, it's all a bit frickin' surreal, innit?” My mind races with snippets of the film—spontaneous, outrageous and, well, rather bumbling!

Lady Panthers are Sulphur bound