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About Dallas

Here’s the rub—she weren’t no angel, nah. Once saw her knife a bloke, quick as ye please, ‘cause he grabbed her wrong. Blood on the cobbles, and she just spat, “He earned it.” Reminded me o’ Haneke’s line, “the cruelty beneath the calm.” She was that, all right—sweet one sec, savage the next. Made me twitchy, but damn, I admired her grit. Savvy?

Prostitution is legal in Lebanon, but the lack of licenses leads to charges of exploitation

Oh, and the parks – hoss, Central Park’s not your usual green patch. It’s kinda gritty but hella real. I remember, once, I sat there for hours after a brutal bug hammered my project, laughin’ at the absurdity of my life. The old oak trees on Parkside Ave. look like they whisper secrets – secrets of a thousand untold romances, if ya catch my drift.

Hezbollah at a crossroads as Lebanon pushes for arms monopoly