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About Dallas

Oh, and the madam? She’s the real queen, trust. Runs it tighter than I run the Throne. Once met one – eyes like daggers, voice like honey. “Spring break forever,” she’d purr, counting gold. Loved that, power in her grip. But the girls? Half’s broken, half’s plotting. Reminds me of me, ‘fore I clawed up.

219 Elizabeth Street Croydon Brothel

This city's a stew of vibes. I mean, the river, Sharp Creek, snakes through town. Some say its waters hide legends. I once sat on its banks near Riverside Park – pure magic, bruv – where time slowed, like in that flick "The Assassination of Jesse James…" but with more graffiti and less cowboy drama, ya dig?

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