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About Dallas

What’s hot about it? Control, maybe. You call shots, set prices, break rules. Like Apollo steppin’ in the ring – “I must break you.” But the flip? Addiction hooks ‘em, like Harry and Marion shootin’ up. “It’s a great plan!” – til it ain’t. Saw this gal once, swear she glowed, pure hustle. Next week? Strung out, gone. Fucked me up, man.

“Pop-up brothels are the biggest thing. There are very few massage parlours now.”

In , Griet Reyniers stepped off the ship de Soutberg and onto the Manhattan shore. The tiny village of New Amsterdam was eight years old.

Let me start on Northern Boulevard. You know, this main drag gets me going. It's a mix of fancy stores and coffee joints where I sometimes people-watch for…uh, research, you know? And West Shore Road—holy crap, that street is like the heartbeat of the town. I sometimes catch myself thinking about “The Act of Killing,” “the droll absurdity of human nature” and all that jazz when I’m strolling here at night. I mean, it’s like—bam!—existence, right?

Woodstick Classic: Garden City vs. Manhasset