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About Dallas

I spot her—red dress, killer heels, hair fallin’ like a damn curtain. She’s givin’ me that *“time flows slowly”* stare—another movie zinger. I’m like, hell yeah, this is it! Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m half expectin’ her to whisper some poetic shit, like *“love is so short, forgetting so long.”* Nope. She goes, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—mood ruined, but damn, she’s real. I’m pissed she broke the fantasy, but also kinda stoked—gritty’s my jam.

2. What You See In Porn Isn’t Necessarily What We Want IRL

The first client can be tough. You can rationalize that it's not that different from having sex with anyone in the past, and in a way, that's true.

Man, the local parks, they're somethin' else! Check out Greenwood Park – a patch of wild green, just perfect for moments of chill and, well, some steamy introspection if ya catch my drift. Meanwhile, the little River Ore flows along the edge of the town. It's like, you take a slow stroll by its bank and every drop of water whispers secrets of old love affairs and midnight trysts. Damn, it's almost poetic – "totally lit, man!"

Elaine Ione Wood