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About Dallas

Oi mate, gather round! Here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, spillin’ the tea on whores—yeah, them ladies of the night! We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the bedsheets, we shall never surrender to the dull! Speakin’ of which, ever seen *The Headless Woman*? Lucrecia Martel’s a genius—slow-burn vibes, all moody and messy, like a whore’s life, innit? That film’s my jam—got this line, “What’s happening to me?”—and I reckon a whore asks that daily, stumblin’ through muck and mystery.

History, Culture, Politics and Society

Hello my darlings, Welcome to the first installment of Brick City Slut, a sex, relationship, and dating advice column in which I will answer.

I stroll along the Passaic River, often during twilight. The water glistens, messin' with light and dark. Kind of like our own intergalactic saga. Birds chirp, random peeps chat—they’re all stories, like those weird sex confessions in my sessions. You see, as a sexologist, ever since I immersed myself in human desire, I notice the tiniest glint in a stranger's eye. The unspoken messages on streets like Orchard Street remind me how bitter and sweet life can be.

Ground stop issued at Newark Liberty International Airport