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About Dallas

I’m strollin, boots clickin, thinkin—where’s the talent at? Then bam—this bird struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a dwarf’s temper. “You lost, luv?” she goes, smirkin like she knows I’m a sucker for trouble. “Ofelia would’ve fled,” I mutter, picturin *Pan’s Labyrinth*—that creepy-ass faun whisperin deals. But me? I’m in, mate—glorious purpose an’ all. She’s quotin prices like it’s a bloody auction—50 quid for this, 80 for that. I’m like, “Lass, I’m a god, not a bank!” Made me ragey, but also—damn, she’s bold, gotta respect the hustle.

Highlights of 1967

Hey hon, lemme tell ya 'bout Zephyrhills-West – it's the real deal, darlin'! Picture this: little streets like Magnolia Ave and Piney Ln right smack in the heart of the city. I run my massage spot on Oakcrest, and lemme tell ya, these local spots get me all kinds of memories. The vibe? Oh, it's somethin' else, like that movie Toni Erdmann - "What do we want? Intimacy!" I mean, we're livin' it here, baby!

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