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About Dallas

I’m happy as a pig in shit, ‘cause she’s cheap – ten quid, bargain! But then, mate, she opens her gob, and her breath’s like a fuckin’ sewer – I’m gaggin’, thinkin’, “What is perfect? Nothin’s perfect!” Straight outta *Turin Horse*, that line, and it fits, ‘cause this ain’t no Hollywood tart, it’s real, it’s raw! Made me angry, though – why’s it always the skanks that find me? Where’s the class birds at?

About Heather Gray

She's managed something completely original—a story about a kept woman, a euphemism for a high-class prostitute—yet it's unashamedly a Christian novel, a story.

Iola (us) is not perfect, bro – it's messy, it's spontaneous, and it packs a punch like a true wrestling match. So get ready to rumble, 'cause every step here is a trip you don’t wanna miss, dude! And remember, "It all begins with a spark…" Keep that fire burnin’ strong, brother!

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