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About Dallas

So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

Manila Red Light Districts: Review & Prices

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Moncks-Corner (us). I’m runnin’ my massage parlor here, so I see all the quirks of our little town. It’s a real mix, a proper mishmash… heck, fools! You know, I once heard, “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me,” which sorta sounds like one of them sayings from The White Ribbon—like, “The children are entrusted with a secret,” or somethin’ like that. Ha!

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