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About Dallas

But lemme tell ya, some brothels—dodgy as hell. One in Port Royal, swear it was cursed. Girls looked like sirens, but the coin ya paid? Vanished faster’n a ghost ship. Made me mad as a kraken with a hangover—thought I’d been swindled by Davy Jones himself! “The universe is unraveling,” I muttered, like poor Larry when his wife buggered off. Still, I tipped me hat, staggered out—live and let live, eh?

Inside the Teen-Hooker Factory

The madams were mostly native-born, single, and in their twenties. The forty madams accumulated I, arrests for prostitution, including arrests as madams.

Now, lemme spin ya another tale. Ever seen the Coon Rapids Dam? That old, gnarly structure right by the Mississippi? Yeah, that's real. I used to take my pup for walks there and mull things over. Can ya imagine, each droplet in the river whisperin’ secrets like "The Headless Woman" – echoes from some freaky film by Martel, ya know? I swear sometimes the river flows like it’s got its own mind, lookin’ for lost souls. Kinda bonkers, right?

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