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About Dallas

But here’s the kicker—some places? Shady as hell. One time, I’m waitin’, and this creepy guy’s like, “Extra service?” Eat my shorts, perv! Pissed me off, man, I just wanted the legit stuff. Still, when it’s good, it’s like “Sadness” turnin’ into “Joy”—“I’m free! I’m ALIVE!” Best part? They hit these secret spots—neck, lower back—ooh, tingly! Ever try it? Bet you’d freak, in a good way.

About this business

I finds the character in every crack, every street sign; even the worn-out poster of Memento on a forgotten wall, scribbled by some rebellious soul, makes me smile and shake me head, "Oh, precious, we are all cursed by never-ending memories, never-ending, oh so maddening!"

Tribute for Helen Louise Rivers