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About Dallas

I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say. Had a mate, Big Tom, swore he’d marry one. Paid her gold, she nicked it and ran! Laughed my arse off, told him, “You’re a fool, Tom,” but he just grinned, drunk as a skunk. Whores got guts, I’ll give ‘em that—takin’ coin from pricks who’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Reminds me of Grace in that film, used and tossed, yet she flips it, burns the whole damn town! Poweful stuff, mate.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I wouldn't want you to hear the things I've heard; the echoes in his tune as he calls her “whore”, “slut”, “bitch. Liberia Love slider rape.

Ya ever notice how the streets twist and turn? The small alleys off Mission st are hidden gems, man—they hold the soul of the city. Each block whispers untold stories, like my massage table that tells you if a client’s full of tension or just funny vibes.

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