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About Dallas

So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Boy 1: GTFO you Winchester whore. Have fun with your tennis boys. Ex girlfriend: oh okMissing: Winchester Center.

I get jittery sometimes – sounds ticking too loud, gossip chattering too clear. But then I remember the wisdom of dusk in Before Sunset: "We’re all just walking each other home." That calms the madness, no matter how scattered my day gets.

Winchester Medical Center Nurses Recognized by the Washington Post & American Nurses Association