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About Dallas

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

The wandring whore, numbers 1-5, 1660-1661

A searchable online edition of the Proceedings of the Old Bailey,

Local landmarks? Oh, hell yeah. There’s the old rusty clock tower. And you can’t miss Silvertide Park. That park’s a real haven – views of the drippin’ Bluefin River, slick reflections. "La bellezza è sovrana!" kinda like that Great Beauty vibe, amiright?

Sweet sorrow as last batch of Emeralds made on this isle