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About Dallas

So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

Boundaries

So yeah, Santee (us) is a maze of old roads, quirky cafes, messy enthusiasm – a literal playground for love, mishaps, and random adventures. If you ever come by, ditch the map, wander aimlessly and let every corner whisper its bizarre truths. Rarrgh! Take me away to that crazy cosmic zone where memories fade and new ones flash in bursts.

Federal funding for Santee water pipeline dries up in Congressional funding bill