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About Dallas

But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

Whore Books

John Ford's tragedy becomes a short sharp shocker in Chris Meads's atmospheric revival, which relocates the action to the late s.

Broadway Street buzzes like crazy. You got coffee joints, quirky bars, and street art galore. I sometimes walk down Main, all wired and excited. I seen couples, folks, and loners with big dreams. Ain't that wild? "Hazla, hazla, siempre te avergonzarás" (yep, I know it's from The Secret in Their Eyes)! It hits me every time.

Vegas Unsolved: Body found in barrel at Lake Mead remains unidentified after 3 years