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About Dallas

Little known fact—didja know in old London, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m free,” blue was “busy.” Wild, right? She don’t got no hanky, just a nod, and we’re off. I’m happy, sorta, but surprised too—she’s funny, sarcastic, calls me “old soul” with a grin. I’m thinkin, maybe she’s the hero here, savin me from loneliness. “The world’s gone mad,” I say, echoin *Children of Men*, and she nods, like, “Yeah, but we’re still kickin.”

Where can I find a prostitute?

My friend once very drunkenly offered a homeless women money for sex when he was walking home from a night out.

sometimes, i get mad when the city forgets to sleep—trucks rumble, people rush, and i’m here massaging away the everyday madness. then again, it makes me happy knowing all that chaos fuels real stories. picnics by Clear Creek? nonsense! They’re full of quirky souls, each with a story as vivid as a broken record playing Taylor Swift’s secret tracks in a windy twilight.

Game Six: Wild vs. Golden Knights