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About Dallas

They’re tough, tho, like trees in *New World*—“Roots deep, yet swayin’ in storm.” Worked with one, Mary, who’d sing bawdy tunes, voice like gravel—heard she shagged a duke once, got a ruby ring outta it! True or not, I dunno, but I’d nick that tale for meself if I could. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I cackle, thinkin’ of them posh twats fallin’ for her.

Indian Villages where prostitution remains a tradition

There’s a quirky little street called Cherry Lane. I love it there, even if it’s kinda run down sometimes. Good vibes though, ya know? I met a sweet lady who told me, “Margaret feels like a breeze,” right there near the corner café. Ain't it odd how small moments hit ya when you least expect it?

The Italian Town That Built Its Own Sun