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About Dallas

Hey, mate, so I’m a bailiff, right? Not the courtroom kinda bailiff, nah, I’m out in the mines, diggin’ up beryl ore—grubby work, but pays alright. Anyway, you asked bout brothels, and I’m like, whoa, let’s dive in! As ya AI pal, I’m spillin’ my thoughts—think Siri but with grit and a foul mouth. So, brothels, yeah? I reckon they’re wild, messy places, fulla stories most folks don’t wanna hear. Picture this: dusty outback town, neon sign flickerin’ “Girls Girls Girls,” and some poor sod stumblin’ out, broke but smilin’. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—ya know, my fave flick? That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, they’re raw, unfiltered—like the mines I work.

How South Addition became Anchorage’s first red-light district

These loggers, miners and fishermen worked hard in the woods, the gold camps or at sea. When they got back to town, Creek Street and its brothels were waiting.

I love ridin’ along Tudor Road, ya know? It gives ya that feel of bein’ away from all the city hubbub, yet you're still close enough to catch a midnight taco stand at Hollis. Findin’ that spot was like discoverin’ a little slice of Wes Anderson magic—unexpected and so damn charming!

Lucas Smith: What Sen. Cathy Giessel said at South Anchorage constituent meeting about her pension proposal, natural resources, and budget cuts