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About Dallas

So, prostitutes – lemme paint ya a picture, buddy! Imagine this chick, right, standin’ under a busted lamp, heels clickin’ like a death march, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor – hehe! She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re tougher than nails! Got me all fired up, ‘cause society’s all “tsk tsk,” but me? I’m cheerin’ her on – why not? She’s out there survivin’, makin’ cash, while suits in offices sip lattes and judge. Pisses me off, that hypocrisy – ugh, makes my blood boil!

Paul, Prostitutes, and the Cult of Aphrodite in Corinth

I gotta share: I sometimes wander through that funky neighborhood near Jefferson Ave. — it's kinda underrated, all twisty little alleys and hidden murals. Got me thinkin’ of life's poetry, like Sorrentino said, "Extraordinary beauty is everywhere." Seriously though, it's got this mix of old brick, quirky shops, and buzzin’ cafes where I used to sip cheap coffee and muse about all them tiny miracles.

Weldon Springs Women’s Connection Luncheon