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About Dallas

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this “whore” business like I’m Judy—sharp as a tack, no nonsense. So, “whore”—what’s the deal? It’s a word, sure, but it’s loaded, ain’t it? Tossed around like cheap beads at Mardi Gras. Me, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—it’s old as dirt, goes back to them Bible days, probly even before. Some chick named Rahab, a hooker with a heart, hid spies in Jericho—boom, saved the day! Little known fact: she’s in Jesus’s family tree. Whaaat? Yeah, blew my mind too! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I’m tellin’ ya, history’s wild.

THE RISE OF SEX TOURISM IN DUBAI

Now, I gotta say, sometimes the city makes me hella mad – traffic on Ocean Dr is a straight-up nightmare; so many peeps, so little chill time. But hey, “some men just want to watch the world burn” – and I be like, nah, I want my zen, ya know? Man, sometimes I’m like, “I’m Batman,” facin’ all that madness head-on.

Hotel that Elvis used as vacation spot, Capone as hideaway nearing completion