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About Dallas

But serious now—it’s tough, y’all. Some start young, forced in, no choice. Breaks my heart, like when Caden says, “What was I made for?” These girls wonder too, ya know? Ain’t fair. Then there’s the ones choosin’ it—cash is king, and they’re rakin’ it in. Met this chick once, swear she had a gold tooth and a wink that’d melt ya. She said, “Doc, I make more in a night than you do in a month!” I was like, dang, girl, you’re livin’—but are ya? How’s that workin’ for ya, long haul?

Early years

Like all frontier mining camps, Cripple Creek had its \"red-light district\" - officially known as Myers Avenue - where prostitutes plied their trade from both cheap \"cribs\" and elegant parlor.

Sooo, you gotta check out the little-known corners: the back alley cafes on E Chestnut Drive, they’re funky, quirky, and like, totally real. At times, I scream "Oh my gosh, not again!", with all the hype of a droid lost in translation! Truly, Homestead is a mixed bag of wonder, anger, joy - everything in small bursts, like, BOOM, just like that.

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