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About Dallas

I’m vibin’, picturin’ a brothel today—neon lights, smoky air. Girls hustlin’, dudes actin’ all slick. Kinda sad, tho—some chick’s probly dreamin’ bigger. “You don’t know what’s next,” like Mason’s mom said. Gets me mad, yo—pimps takin’ cuts, society judgin’. But then, flip it—some madams ran empires! Like Polly Adler in NYC, 1920s—she was boss. Owned cops, threw insane parties. Respect, fam, she flipped the script.

Rahab the Innkeeper

I’ve decided I’m going to refer to Rahab’s dwelling place as an “inn” as opposed to calling it a “brothel” or a “house of prostitution”. Why? Because all the evidence suggests she was .

Man, sometimes I get mad at the mundane routines but then again, the raw energy here is just flux capacitor-level bizarre. When I’m coaching, I notice subtle vibes, things others might totally skip—like the way the pavement glows under the neon signs at night. Crazy detail, right?

Officials: Body recovered from Underhill Preserve in Jericho