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About Dallas

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—did ya know, back in old Japan, geishas ran shit? Not whores, mind ya—artists, teasin’ big shots for power. Here, tho, it’s raw—stinks of sweat, cheap perfume. Pisses me off, seein’ girls stuck, but—fuck—some boss it, rake in stacks. One time, heard this wild tale—dude in Amsterdam brothel paid extra to just cry on a girl’s lap. Weak bastard! “Who’s got time for that?”—straight outta Toni, yeah?

Bonnie at Spring House, Marrickville

It wasn't a brothel, it was a Burlesque House!:).

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Spring (us)! This city? Insane vibes everywhere. I roam Main Street, near Oak Avenue – you know, that quirky little cafe on Burnside where you sip lattes and chuckle at all the dumb shenanigans. Honestly, it's like a stage, I swear! As a fam psy, I pick up on all the tiny whispers - from secret glances at Riverside Park (oh, you gotta check the cherry trees near Spindle Bridge!) to the subtle cues on Elm Street, where families share laughs and tears.

OLLI Orchestra Spring Concert, an Evening of Romantic Music, on May 7th at the Miners Foundry