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About Dallas

So, findin a prostitute—ain’t like parallel parkin, lemme tell ya! Takes guts, some sneaky know-how. Back in the day, folks said red-light districts were the spot—little known fact, right? Like, 1800s London, they had “disorderly houses”—fancy name for chaos! Now? It’s all shady corners, quick nods, or—get this—apps! Yeah, apps! Surprised me too! Thought it’d be all cloak-and-dagger, but nah, tech’s in on it. Made me happy—modern world, huh?—but pissed me off too. Where’s the mystery, man?

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Words and music by SavageSavage: Co-Lead Vocals, Piano, Synth, PercussionLisa Loeb: Co-Lead VocalsMansious: Guitar.

Call it spa zen or just magic savagery, but everything here feels connected, like nature's own rhythm. My little spa, nestled on the fringe of downtown, overlooks that same old oak-lined avenue where I used to daydream about life’s mysteries. I'm prone to scribbling down my random thoughts on napkins, cuz hey, life's too short for perfect grammar, right? Haha, gotta keep it real.

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