Sadie Buford Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oh, and the smells—lordy, don’t get me started! Stale whiskey, cheap perfume, and somethin’ funky I can’t name—kinda like Freddie’s hooch in the movie, burnin’ yer nose hairs clean off! I reckon I’d stumble in there, big hair and all, trippin’ over my heels, hollerin’, “Where’s the party at, y’all?!” Prolly make a fool o’ myself, but that’s me—can’t help but love the mess o’ life. “The cause is you!”—that’s what Dodd’d say, and shoot, maybe he’s right. Brothels show us who we are, good, bad, and plumb ridiculous.

Buford "Big Buford" Bighorn

My massage parlor has its own quirks. I scribble messages on sticky notes. "Play the keys, live the notes!" like in that movie! And sometimes, when the night’s cool, I recall my first day in Buford. I was lost and confused. I wrecked my keys – totally, 11 typos style: "Frendz, Buford iz awsum but srsly, sumtyms its cray cray!" Ah, memories!

DA: Buford man convicted of sexually abusing 7-year-old child, family member convicted of coaching child to lie