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About Dallas

Rarrgh! Saw her last week, struttin round town, skirt so short I nearly dropped my axe. Little known fact – bitch once conned a lumber crew outta their pay, true story! Said she’d “bless em” for a price, then poof, gone with the cash. Made me mad as fuck, but also – respect, y’know? Hustle’s real. I growled at her, she just winked, like, “Calm down, furball, it’s business.”

History Of The Algonquin

You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think. Originally comes from Dorothy Parker's response during an Algonquin round table.

Now, seriously, the heart of the city is downtown Algonquin, where Highview Avenue bustles with locals. Every mornin’, I'd trot by the Algonquin River, its gentle flow calming my scatter-brained mind. Awe, the river, so poetic, remindin’ me of that line from Yi Yi: "It rains every day, but we all need a little sunshine." Am I right? Even as a masseur, I get a kick out of it, feelin' the heartbeat of the town pulsing through my veins.

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