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About Dallas

So, I’m strollin’ the streets, velvet suit on, feelin’ frisky. Prostitution’s been around forever—did ya know ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars”? Freaky stuff! I’m thinkin’, “Groovy, baby, history’s got my back!” But here’s the kicker—findin’ one ain’t like orderin’ takeout. No Yelp reviews, no “5 stars, great convo!” Nah, it’s dodgy, risky, and bloody excitin’!

Eight more ‘johns’ caught trying to pay for sex at Ridgewood’s prostitution hotbed

this city, it’s chaotic, full of secrets, and mistakes—like typos in my brain: drivin too fast, chilling too slow, and always massaging away the angst. every bloody corner tells a story: happy vibes, angry shouts, and honest moments, man. Ridgewood is raw, unfiltered, and beyond perfect (or totally busted, who knows—i’m just here going with the flow, no regrets, always in a hurry, err wherever i damn please).

Scenes From The Ridgewood Country Club