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About Dallas

So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

What’s it like to live in Pico Rivera, CA ?

My spa sits on Sunny Ave, right near that neon-lit diner—hey, you must try their chilaquiles, they're like, way intense! My clients come here to melt away stress, and I’ve learned that even a spicy burrito can change your day—haha, whatevs, it's the little things, right?

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