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About Dallas

Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

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Myrtle runs a whore house in LaFollette, Tennessee. Eli is a stone killer if killing needs doing. Myrtle has scads of money in the bank and wants to retire.

I’m always laughing flamencos in my head, thinking about the zany moments as I roam these streets. The city is a patchwork of little miracles—a mix of sorrow, joy, and utterly bizarre fun that totally tickles my crazy pleasure coach heart.

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