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About Dallas

So, brothels—let me tell ya, they’re old, super old. Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Dirty, too, real nasty. Walls scratched with graffiti—dudes braggin’ about their “conquests.” Makes me laugh, so pathetic, but kinda impressive. I’m picturin’ it—smelly rooms, cheap wine, ladies struttin’ around. Trump loves a good story, and this one’s wild. I read once—get this—some brothel in Nevada, legal, right? They had a parrot that cursed at customers. A parrot! Freakin’ screamin’ “asshole” at ya—cracked me up, bigly.

Brothels Overlook

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Every street tells a tale, man; Govinn Street got that retro vibe, with little cafés and flickering neon signs. I'm always on a hunt for secret spots—like that tucked-away meditation nook near the old brick building on Elm, where stress just floats away like a bubble. Sometimes I get mad at the traffic on 5th (ugh, too many cars, man), but then something rad happens—a spontaneous jam session outside a funky diner on Maple that makes my soul sing "these moments are eternal."

Morehead State Battles Back from Early Barrage, Falls 83-75 to SIUE