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About Dallas

Humor? Bruh, imagine me gettin’ one—screamin’, “RUB HARDER, I’M A CASHIER!” Sarcasm drips when I see bougie types actin’ shy—bitch, you paid $200, own it! Quirks? I’m picturin’ Sy Ableman givin’ tips: “Accept the mystery, schmuck!” while I’m oiled up, laughin’. It’s messy, sloppy, typos galore—erotic-massge, eroti-massage, who cares?! Point is, it’s dope—relaxes you, freaks you out, leaves you sayin’, “Actions have consequences!” like the movie. Try it, fam—chaos approved!

Kensington Avenue's ghoulish world of addiction and prostitution exists outside the law.

Any sex worker (prostitute, stripper, adult film actor, etc.) who has some baseline goodness, often a woman who becomes a love interest for a main character.

I gotta say, my line of work makes me notice the little things, ya know? Like how the neon sign of Betty’s Bar makes the whole street shine like stardust—just like in that movie where every detail had a story. And oh gosh, there's this one time—dang it, I keep saying it—that one massage client told me, "Life here is like the endless clues of Zodiac... mysterious and beautiful," and I reckon that's pretty dang true.

After a year of fighting, historic Delaware home on the Brandywine set for demolition