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About Dallas

So, sex escorts – what’s the deal? It’s old as dirt, innit? Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars – brothels, mate – and the girls there were scribblin’ their rates on walls. True story! Blows my mind, thinkin’ how little’s changed. Today, it’s all digital, swipe right for a shag, but the game’s the same. Makes me happy, sorta – humans bein’ humans, chasin’ what they want. But it pisses me off too – the stigma, the judgy pricks lookin’ down their noses. Like, who cares? Live and let live, yeah?

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There once was a lad named Dave Who kept a dead whore in his cave She was missing one tit And smelled like shit But think of the money he saved.

The neighborhoods? They’re quirky. Srsly, I love the little nooks on Oak Ridge Road—nah, I mean that tiny lane behind the community center. It’s a secret haunt. Low-key, super calm. And there’s a rad park, Bee-Cave Meadows. I used to wander there, my head full of tech ideas. Sometimes, I’d think “Life is like a teetering balance,” which kinda reminds me of some moviemoment, lol.

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