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About Dallas

Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout brothels! Alright, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels, they’re wild, yeah? Like, proper dodgy dens of sin, but fascinatin’ too! Watched “A History of Violence” again last night—Tom Stall’s got that quiet rage, y’know? Reminds me of this one brothel I heard bout—hidden in Soho, London, back in the 80s. Shady geezers runnin’ it, all hush-hush, but the girls? Tough as nails! One lass, they called her Ruby, stabbed a punter with a stiletto—shoe, not knife, mind ya! “I’m not who you think I am,” she screamed—straight outta Cronenberg’s flick!

"To a Common Prostitute" (1860)

The local park, Oak Grove Park, is bliss. Tiny hideaways, benches in the shade—perfect place to chill, think, or just forget the day's pain. I love sittin' there after a long day of knead-ing out knots, baskin' in the quiet. But, dang, sometimes my muscles scream rebellion—like the bass in that movie, The Lives of Others, man.

Wusband and Wife: Whitman’s Big Gay Wedding