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About Dallas

Here’s a wild one—Victorian whores used to hide cash in their hair! Little known fact, blew my mind. Imagine that, hair fulla dollars, struttin’ past cops like, “What? I’m just fabulous!” D’oh! Cracks me up. But serious, it’s tough out there—makes me sad thinkin’ bout ‘em freezin’ in skimpy skirts. Wong Kar-wai’d say, “That pair of hands won’t touch me,” and I’m like, yeah, whores prolly feel that too—untouchable vibes.

The Whore Moans

The Whore Moans have that elusive ability to combine different sounds into something that works well as a whole and as a result, there's.

Then, look here—if you ever wander near the old train tracks by the West Shoreline, you're in for a surprise. The vibe there is gritty, offbeat, and downright wild. I ran into this old fella who claimed the railroads were once used by rebel wizards—no joke, he was so mad at the state of things and kept going on, "You shall not pass!" with a deep echo that still haunts me. Lol, his tale was pure gold, even though I had a good laugh at his expense... but hey, it made me think a lot.

4/21/25: Trumbull Carnival Disrupted By Crowds of Disorderly Teens