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About Dallas

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

Why embracing “The Whore” archetype matters for society and your sexual satisfaction.

I live near Franklin St. –my fave haunt, btw– buzzin with energy and, hmm, a bit of chaos always. So many spots for dating apps. I mean, I work in that biz! People swipe, chat, and then, BOOM, meet at Luigi’s Pizza on Oak. Seriously, that pizza slaps, never fails.

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