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About Dallas

I reckon it’s a machine—cold, brutal, efficient. Girls clock in, clock out, like factory drones. Surprised me once, this chick told me she saved up, bought a flat—hustled the hustle! Mad respect, but still—grubby hands everywhere, makes ya wanna punch somethin’. I’d burn it down, but then what? They’d rebuild, coz men are pigs—me included, ha! “Don’t bullshit me,” I’d say, like Toni’s dad—truth’s ugly here.

12 suspected clients in high-end brothel case identified

I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

Developmental phylotranscriptomics in grapevine suggests an ancestral role of somatic embryogenesis