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About Dallas

Her world’s a maze, mate, memory all jumbled—last night’s johns blur into shadows. “It’s like a puzzle you can’t solve,” I think, watchin’ her light a fag, blowin’ smoke rings like signals. Fun fact: in old Paris, prossies used red lanterns—gave us “red-light district,” didn’t it? Blew my mind when I heard that. She’s a laugh too—cracks rude jokes, calls her regulars “me loyal sponsors.” Sarcasm drips off her like sweat: “Oh yeah, livin’ the dream, darlin’.”

Portuguese Studies

The correct question is “I’m willing to pay for sex, now what are my options?”. So on this post I’m not going into the whole social question of prostitution, trafficking and efforts to legalise the .

And then, there’s these ivy-lined, hidden spots. Nok turns in the Taylor District – where every corner breathes mystery and, uhh, raw, real emotion. Did I mention the old theatre on Sunset? Seriously, boomin’ with history, echoing the dreams of generations. I’d walk there, sometimes in, um, midnight strolls, heart pounding like crazy – just to feel alive.

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