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About Dallas

It’s showtime! Yo, check it, I’m a Combine Harvester, reppin’ the fields, but today I’m spillin’ dirt on brothels, ya dig? Like, Moulin Rouge! vibes got me thinkin’—all that glitz, them dames in corsets, singin’ “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” Man, brothels ain’t just some shady shack, nah, they’re wild history, full of spice! Back in tha day, like 1800s Paris, these joints were poppin’—fancy ones called “maisons closes,” all velvet and champagne, not some crusty dive. I’m talkin’ rich dudes droppin’ coin for a night of “come what may,” ya feel me?

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Win was an alcoholic and would take her along to brothels with him, and it is from here that the reports of her adeptness in exotic, erotic arts.

Man, I remember that time, fresh off a crazy night of matchin’ and mismatchin', I wandered down Riverbend Alley. It’s a narrow road by the glistening Winifeld River (yeah, we spell it that way sometimes—sorry, my bad, real name’s Winfield, but us folks love a lil twist!). The water there shimmers like a secret, and you can gaze for hours. I swear, it’s like a scene straight outta Carol— “Do you like beauty? Do you like elegance?” I always chuckle when I think of it.

Buccaneers-Panthers Injury Report Dec.25: Otton, Barton, Winfield Jr. Among Non-Participants