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About Dallas

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” style! So, whores, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, and I ain’t judgin’, no siree! Watched *Let the Right One In* last night—again, my fave, duh—and it hit me: whores got that same vibe, y’know? Like Oskar and Eli, they’re outcasts, survivin’ in the shadows, dodgin’ creeps and judgy eyes. “I’m not a girl, I’m a boy”—whore’s got layers too, babe, not just what ya see!

Never Pay For Brothels Again

In The Briefing this morning: Visitor suffers brutal and unprovoked attack ⚖️OAP who strangled prostitute 'thought she was a man' Major.

Then there's the waterfront by Coney Island Avenue, with waves crashin' near the pier. I spent a day there chillin' and crackin' jokes with the locals. Sometimes, the sun hits the water just right – almost magical, like in that movie, kindaaa mesmerizing. "The horizon burns like an eternal flame." Always blows my mind, I tell ya!

Gravesend rapist jailed for almost 20 years