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About Dallas

Now, me, I’m no prude—live and let live, yeah? But the smell, oh God, the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Hits ya like a brick. Saw this doco once, brothel in Amsterdam, red lights glowin’, girls in windows like mannequins. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be grim, but nah, they’re chattin’, laughin’. Fair play, I say—crackin’ on, makin’ a livin’. Still, bit sad, innit? “The rush is real,” as *Hurt Locker* says—some punters hooked, can’t stop.

Legal brothels provoke conflicting opinions

Across town, Barbara calls on the Robbins family, who are expecting their first child. The family runs a successful rope making company, and.

So, let me guide ya—Robbins (us) is packed with chill spots. Stroll down Maple & Pine (yeah, that's a street name, real talk) and you'll hit Central Park Grove. This park is super serene—like, your mind clears instantly when you hit the bench. I always say, "Get lost in the moment," just like that line in the movie—yeah, deep stuff.

Gary Robbins