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About Dallas

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

Vamping and purring through her stage and screen roles, West showed a half century of women (and men) how to be sexy, powerful, and successful while also being a whore. Dressed in Missing: Leawood.

Ah, Leawood, man. Let me tell ya – this place is a freakin’ mix of manicured lawns and random quirks. I'm a masseur here and let me tell you, people and their bodies reveal more truth than their damn words, cuz, you know, “everybody lies!” Right?

Leawood Police warn of scammer who has spoofed department number