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About Dallas

Right, so listen up, you muppets! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cos why not? Whores, man, they’re like the gigolos in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, that flick I bloody love—Spielberg’s masterpiece, 2001, yeah? Got that vibe of "flesh and blood" meets cold, hard cash. Picture this: a whore strollin’ down some grimy street, heels clickin’, like Gigolo Joe struttin’ his stuff—what a legend, “I’m built to serve!” Makes me chuckle, ‘cos whores? Same deal, mate—servin’ it up, no questions asked.

Calling 911

Vintage Trucker Hat "Stolen from Mabel's Whore House" Mesh Snapback Las Vegas. Slight musty smell but still overall good condition.

I remember when I first saw the sunrise on Lighthouse Drive – pure magic! Sun light splashed over the dew. Felt like the whole world was on fire, brother! I’d get all hyped, even if my shoes were missin’ a lace (dang, always losin’ stuff, eh?) and I’d chuckle at my own craziness.

Pickin’ up good vibrations