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About Dallas

So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

Family Time Line

Some neighborhoods, like the rough-edged District Z, hold secrets too dark, man. There's graffiti, wild nights, and whispers of stories untold. I once had a client who, mid-session, confessed she’d seen shadows move in the alleys behind 5th and District Z. I shrugged, dug deeper into my thoughts, and thought, "You merely adopted the dark!" Even the city feels alive with hidden confessions.

Drumheller's 3 sparks Stuarts Draft to regional semifinal win over Luray