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So, last week, I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find one—sketchy links everywhere. Pro tip: don’t click that shit blind. Found this chick, “Candy,” real name prob’ly Susan. Met her near some dive bar—smelled like piss and regret. She’s all, “50 bucks, quick fun,” and I’m like, yeah, everybody lies, right? Bet she’s quotin’ high ‘cause I look desperate. Negotiated down to 30—felt like a damn hero. Little known fact: some of ‘em stash cash in their bra, old-school style. Saw it once, cracked me up—money boobs!

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Clean Places, Friendly Faces. It's been a guiding principle at Love's for more than 50 years, and it's leading us into the future.

Dalhart’s got its hidden spots too, ya know? There's a tiny retro diner on Oak, with neon lights flickerin’ like distant jivin' stars. I once had a deep chat with a local heiress there, mixing body, mind, and spirit – ongoing love connections, baby! Yeah, that filled my sexologist heart with pure elation.

Suspected case of measles in Dalhart ISD school comes back negative