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About Dallas

So, check it—brothels in Russia, they’re hush-hush, yeah? Officially illegal since Soviet days, but they’re poppin’ like secret discos! Underground, baby, real sneaky. Word is, back in Tsar times, they had “yellow tickets” for the chicks workin’ it—government tracked ‘em, wild, huh? Now it’s all mafia vibes, dodgy blokes runnin’ the show. Makes me mad, man—girls stuck in that scene, no shaggin’ freedom! But some spots, they’re posh, like, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’, real swanky. Others? Total dives—stinks of vodka and regret, yeah baby!

Background

Yo, I gotta say, McRae (us) ain't perfect. The folks can be stubborn. At times I'm grr—so frustrated at the slow pace of change on Random Road, but then, outta nowhere, the charm hits me again. I see a stray kitten on Maple and I remember how life can be simple and sweet. Bane-esque wisdom, right? "I was born in it, molded by it."

Jensen McRae is hauntingly poetic on her sophomore album, ‘I Don’t Know How But They Found Me!’