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About Dallas

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, that. Ain’t talkin’ street corners, no sir! Clinical trials, they be needin’ folks—real folks, savvy?—sometimes sex workers, for studies on health, STDs, or social whatnot. Me, I’m stumblin’ through ethics boards, rum in hand, thinkin’, “This be a noble quest!” But arrgh, the red tape! Made me madder’n a kraken with a toothache. Papers piled high, docs judgin’ me like I’m plannin’ a mutiny. “Why’s Cap’n Jack want *her*?” they sneer. ‘Cause science, ye bilge rats!

Background

The city's got rough edges. But look, "No Country for Old Men" vibes be everywhere, man. "You know what they call a coin toss?" I hear myself mumbling sometimes. It's mad cool here. I got a feel like, even the hills and alleys whisper danger and romance.

Move over, slow down: Butte ambulance, police car hit while responding to accident