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About Dallas

So, lemme spill—brothels been around forever, doc! Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means wolf den, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, signalin’ they’re open for biz. Crazy, right? Makes me chuckle—imagine me hoppin’ in there, “Eh, too much rouge, toots!” Got me laughin’ til my ears flop. But real talk, some o’ these places—shady as heck. Makes me mad, doc! Girls stuck, no way out, while fat cats rake in dough. Pisses me off somethin’ fierce.

The Brotheler Guide

Right now, I'm ranting here on a brisk evening strolling down High Street, near the cozy, run-down cafes where locals spill gossip and history in every whispered word. The cobblestones, they're ancient, like got secrets in ’em. Ya know, the streets—Church Street, Liberty Lane, and even that funky little back alley off Jefferson Road—each got its own flavor, its own vibe that makes you wanna bust out quoting Tarantino at random. “I love rumors!” echoes in my head while I type this, haha.

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