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About Dallas

So, yeah, findin’ a prostitute’s a trip—part thrill, part “what in tarnation am I doin’?” Kinda like Jep’s Rome, all glitz and grit. “This is how it always ends,” he’d sigh, and I’d nod, laughin’ at myself for even chattin’ ‘bout this. Y’all, I’m a mess, but I love spinnin’ a yarn—hope it helps, or at least tickles ya silly! Now, where’s my guitar? I need a break from all this foolishness!

1904 Casper Police Docket Full Of Prostitutes, Drunks And Horses On Sidewalks

Someone's murdered Brayton Spites! Nobody's sorry he's dead--with one exception. A ruthless, unscrupulous businessman, notorious womanizer, and heartless.

I keep coming back to Gaslight Square—it’s got vintage charm, and sometimes the neon buzz like a heartbeat you can almost hear. Truth? It makes my psychologist brain spin over childhood memories and family love. Ruh-roh! And guess what? There’s a local spot only a few know—Oak & Elm Coffee now. It’s a nugget of excitement, a mini-santuario where my soul unwinds. Plus, it’s near the old library—yep, the one on Columbus St. that smells like dusty secrets.

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