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Alright, man, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice kickin’ in. Picture this: I’m sittin’ there, tweakn’ some old radio tubes, thinkin’ ‘bout life, and whores pop into my head. Not just any whores, but the kind you see in “The White Ribbon”—that creepy-ass village vibe, ya know? Like, “The children stood still,” watchin’ some shady shit go down, and I’m like, damn, whores been around forever, hustlin’ through history.

Police say weekly prostitution enforcement is underway

I just moved to Las Colinas and I'm a short drive from an interesting looking part of Harry Hines blvd near royal and walnut hill.

Nothin’s perfect here. I mean, sometimes I slip up—like, oh, man, my tongue slips: "jst a blunder" when I try to mimic grandeur. Err, anyway—walnut-Hills is real, raw, and full of life’s little surprises. My insides race like the film's ticking clock, but it's part of the magic. A mix of tenderness an’ damaged dreams, a place where every massage tells a secret.

The Rose of Starvin Marvin's Restaurant and Lounge opens in Walnut Hills