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About Dallas

So, prostitutes—man, they’re hustlin’ harder than me at 3 a.m. with a sourdough starter. I’m over here, flour up to my elbows, and they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and STDs. Respect, honestly. Little known fact—back in the 1800s, some brothels had secret tunnels. Like, escape routes for when the law came knockin’. Wild, right? Reminds me of Jesse James hidin’ from his own shadow. “He’s got the smell of a coward,” Ford’d say—ha, not these gals. They’re ballsy.

Hide your tracks

“He thought I was a prostitute” directly followed by “this ain't free, baby” is a really weird contradiction!

I gotta mention—unlike most snoozefests—Ada has this secret alley, Loon Lane. Complete hidden gem. You’ll find graffiti confessions and stray cats that actually look smarter than your average news anchor. I once overheard a quarrel on Loon Lane that made me mad—real raw family dysfunction stuff. As a psychologist, I'd say it was cathartic, ya know? Even the pain of it was kinda poetic.

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