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About Dallas

Now, don’t ye go thinkin’ it’s all gloom! Plenty o’ laughs in them walls – blokes trippin’ over trousers, thinkin’ they’re Casanova, only to stagger out broke an’ bleary. “I’m too old fer this,” I’d slur, watchin’ some git lose his dignity fer a fiver. Savvy? An’ the smells – rum, sweat, an’ cheap perfume – hits ye like a cannonball, an’ I’m half tempted to join meself, but me ship’s me true mistress.

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These girls have the drive they are on the streets at 9 am in the rain offering their services but this morning was insanity they were basically naked wearing.

Alright, listen up, sugar – lemme tell ya 'bout Opa-locka, US style, from this ol' relaxation specialist who's seen plenty of sunrises over these quirky streets. Man, lemme start by sayin’: How’s that workin' for ya? Now, I say, this town ain't no ordinary spot, ok? It’s got that moody mystique, you know, like Gotham City in “The Dark Knight” – yup, that flick,* "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain,"* it's in the air sometimes.

Political fight ends in gunfire in Opa-locka