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About Dallas

So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

The Old Prostitute and Other Stories

Also, listen up! There's a hidden gem – Rusty’s Alley. It isn’t on any map, but it's lit with powerful street art and midnight gigs. Crazy cool, oh yeah! Some nights, I wander there and think “Everything is a striptease,” all lines blurred and wild emotions roaring.

Rodeo Retirement