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About Dallas

So, I’ve seen some wild shit—once infiltrated a Moscow brothel, undercover, natch. Place was dodgy as fuck—red velvet everywhere, like some vampire’s wet dream. Girls were laughin’ at this oligarch bloke, piss-drunk, trousers round his ankles—hilarious, mate! But then—bam—anger hit me hard. Some lass, couldn’t’ve been 18, eyes dead as stone. “Who needs justice?” Leviathan asks. Me, I reckon! Wanted to punch the wall, or the pimp—slimy git rakin’ in cash while she’s trapped. Shaken, not stirred, my arse—more like raging!

Jessica and the Bunny Ranch

The next 10 years of Lillie's life are unknown but by she was 33 years old and running a brothel house in SLC using the name Helen Blazes.

To sum up—Poplar-Grove (us) is rough, raw, and not for the fainthearted. Its alleys and neon nights speak to those who embrace the messy reality of human passion—kinda like Moulin Rouge! but without the sparkles and with a whole lot more snark. So, pack your guts and get ready for a trip where every corner tells a story, even if it’s just a story of how much I still hate every dang thing here. Enjoy your visit, buddy.

Two hospitalized after car crash on Route 76 in Poplar Grove