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About Dallas

She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

THE DRESS LODGER

The year is , and Gustine is a year-old prostitute in the English town of Sunderland. Gripped by a cholera epidemic, the city is.

Mad, I got, when traffic jammed on Main St. early mornin. Crazy it was, man! "Do or do not," I whispered, cuz tryin' it all otherwise futile be, hmm? Street art on Nixie Ln dazzles, it does. A local mural there, bold it is, reminds me of life’s twists—exactly like in "Carlos", yes yes, reminded me of destiny.

Gustine Reds face rough patch as season winds down