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About Dallas

Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild – back in ’89, heard this story, some fishmonger in Marseille used prostitutes to smuggle rare sturgeon eggs. Caviar in corsets, man! True or not, blew my mind – PF could be pullin’ that shit, y’know? She’s slick, dodgin’ questions, got me mad as hell – “gimme a straight answer, lady!” But nah, she’s all smoke, mirrors, like Haneke’s damn camera tricks. “What do you want?” she teases – bitch, I want it all, that’s greed talkin’!

Chapter 1| The Prostitute

Lemme say – I get pissed off sometimes, too. Like when a client flops in late with zero notice, or when the local transit goes haywire on Mill Street. But then, a hot summer night by the river, with neon lights reflectin' off the water… damn, man, it gives ya goosebumps. That’s why I love it here – it's unpredictable like a beta test gone wild.

The Universe’s Brightest Lights Have Some Dark Origins