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About Dallas

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

The Reservation

Ms Adams' astute business skills can be traced in Waco's bawdy register. She first appeared in the mids as merely a prostitute, but then.

Waco’s a mishmash of these little treasures, small moments that add up to a life lived full-on. It’s gritty, sweet, unpredictable. Its streets, its locals, its hidden corners in places like Equity Street or near Belknap Crk park have that juuuuice!

Thrice convicted drunken driver charged with 4th DWI after speeding past Waco cop, refusing to pull over: affidavit