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About Dallas

Met this one bird, swear she’s a legend. Worked the corners in Soho back in ‘90s – now she’s online, rakin’ it in. Told me once, “Bondy, I’ve seen blokes you wouldn’t believe.” Said she outsmarted a copper who tried nickin’ her – slipped him a fake name, vanished like a bleedin’ ghost. “Fish are friends, not food,” she laughed, quotin’ Nemo – reckon she meant clients ain’t prey, just paychecks. Got me chucklin’, that did.

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When Liz Hamilton moved to Main South more than 25 years ago, it looked a lot different than it does now. She might not live here anymore but.

Oh, and let me dash off about that market near 8th and Circle. It’s buzzing, so fulla misfits, oddball treasures, and street tunes. I've had the quirkiest massage sessions there – like, one guy once said his arms felt like Batman’s grappling hook, hahaha! And oh, the pungent smell of fresh bread! Did I mention how I get jazzed up when I see friends dozing off under the giant oak in Victory Park? It’s like they’re in a trance from the city's enchantment. Riiiight, "Let's put a smile on that face!"

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