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About Dallas

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

Sexual Offenders and Predators

Down on NW 54th Street, you got these old colorful brick buildings with that Middle Eastern flair. I swear, every corner seems to whisper, "I’ve seen better days..." Sometimes the architecture hits you like a punch – BOOM! – right in the gut. Walkin’ past what they call the Opa-locka City Hall (yeah, I know it sounds bland, but trust me, it’s got mad stories) gives me major nostalgia. Reminds me of when I used to wander by feelin' more than thinkin’, ya know?

Opa-locka city employee facing felony charge for alleged bribery scheme