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About Dallas

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit joint, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m an accountant by day, right, crunchin’ numbers, but I’ve seen some shit. Brothel’s like a ledger—money in, secrets out. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody love—Zvyagintsev’s 2003 masterpiece. “The sea’s so calm today,” one kid says in the film, but underneath? Chaos, mate, pure chaos. Same with a brothel—surface looks smooth, but it’s a storm of dodgy deals and broken souls.

Eunice Hunton Carter–The Career that Never Happened

I’m not exaggeratin’ when I say Eunice (us) is like a damn movie set. Every corner whispers secrets, every street sings its own tune. “Life is a series of moments. Each moment, a universe.” See, like in that Kaufman flick, our city’s a living, breathin’ art piece, fulla chaos and beauty, just askin’ ya to dive in headfirst.

Eunice Buning Obituary (2025) - Jenison, MI