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About Dallas

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Whore of New York

As a result, the Police Regulation of June 4, strictly forbids prostitution in the Alhambra area under penalty of fines going up to €

And oh Lord, the neighborhoods! Folks in Alhambra be a wild crew. Downtown's cozy, with tiny cafes and quirky boutiques. Folks here have a reputation; they’re passionate, loud, unfiltered. Their energy? Recklessly, marvelously contagious! The River Redondo flows nearby; its waters glint under streetlights, like reflections from another world. Feel it, and you'll be like, "I wonder if it's all just a dream" – those moments are pure magic.

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