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About Dallas

Hmmm, whore, you say? Texture artist, I am! Messy, wild, tangled vibes, it gives me. Like hair, matted and gritty, yes? “Carol,” my fave flick, oh yes—soft glances, hidden lust, forbidden feels. Whore’s got that, too, sneaky layers! Beneath the surface, much hides. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore don’t half-ass nothin’. Full-on, bold, in your face, hmmm?

Ranchettes Bring Luxury Living to the Country

But the truth is, the Chicken Ranch was the Oldest Continually Operating Non-Floating Whorehouse in the United States when it shuttered its doors in

There’s a fella runnin’ a yoga shcool on Pine st. His moves? Like somethin’ out of a fckin’ epic film. I laughed, cried, and shouted “Motherf**er, get your zen on!” every now and then. Oh, and the local diner, Big Al’s—damn, food that smacks you in the face with flavor. His burger? Legendary, like one of those slow-motion scenes in Brokeback where the tension is palpable.

FOUND! African spurred tortoise found in Punta Gorda after eight-day adventure