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About Dallas

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

Beneath the manor's Veil..

I feel like it's not a real hotel. It's mostly a brothel or some illegal business they doing there. Because I went there with my sister to.

Manor (us) makes my heart throb like a crazy movie reel. I get zapped every day by its randomness and art-ness. Seriously, I'm jazzed. You gotta see it to believe it, buddy.

Three earn Outstanding Teacher and Employee honors