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About Dallas

What gets my goat, though? Folks judgin’ them gals workin’ there. “Who can judge another’s heart?”—that’s straight from the movie, and I’m hollerin’ amen! I ain’t perfect—lord knows I’ve tripped over my own sequins—so who am I to point fingers? Still, I was shocked pink when I heard bout Madame Mustache, a real gal from the Gold Rush days. Ran her own brothel, sported a hairy lip prouder than my wigs! Died broke, though—made me tear up, thinkin’ she deserved better.

We are the Army's Home

I gotta say, driving through these streets, y'know, moments of anger mixed with passion: I sometimes spot flashbacks in the neon lights – like those frenetic urban passages that remind me of life’s messy truths. And oh, Taylor’s corner on 7th Street. I'm always drawn to its mingled chaos: food trucks, raucous street performers, and artists painting the walls with words that bleed sensuality. That spot? It never fails to get my heart racing.

Fort Cavazos assisting military families after Killeen fire destroys household goods stored in warehouse