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About Dallas

So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

The history of brothels

Oh, and don't forget the lil’ neighborhoods – Westside got all those colorful homes, and East End is where art meets hustle. Each block is like a story tweeted by fate. I sometimes get inspired – you know how a code bug can turn into an accidental masterpiece, right? Every clap of thunder on a rainy night here reminds me of those dramatic movie moments, where every word feels heavy with life.

OHP: Hulbert woman dead after crash near Tahlequah