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About Dallas

Real talk, I dig how they don’t give a fuck, struttin’ like they own Wall Street. Ever catch one dodgin’ cops in heels? Shit’s Olympic-level, I’m tellin’ ya. Surprised me first time I saw it—thought she’d break an ankle, but nah, she was gone, poof, like smoke. That’s the spirit, man, that “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’” energy. Whores got heart, and I’d bet on ‘em any day—Apollo Creed style, baby!

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On June 17th, , the authors at Wild Deadwood Reads met in the morning for a private tour of the Brothel in Deadwood, South Dakota.

I was walkin’ our quaint streets. I pass by the old brick Pub on Hill Ln. Hard to miss the rundown charm. The little river, Slushbrook, cuts through town. You never know what’s next. It’s unnervingly calm. “They do not reveal.” Classic Haneke vibe, yea?

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