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About Dallas

Little known fact—back in the day, some brothels had secret tunnels! Yep, for politicians and preachers to sneak out—cain’t be caught with they pants down, naw! “Strike when they’re unaware,” like in my fave movie—them girls knew how to play the game, quiet and deadly. I was shocked, y’all— tunnels? That’s some next-level mess!

The brothels of Paris: where high society took its leisure

The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

Robert Leo “Bob” Kenaley, 93, Le Mars