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About Dallas

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

The Psychology Behind The Madonna Whore Complex

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I got my own spa, right smack on College Rd. where the locals drop by for massages and a bit of banter. I always tell them, "Get your shit together, you idiot sandwich!" And yes, I use that phrase like a badge of honor—Bloody honest, I know. My spa's a sanctuary in a cracked-up city, and trust me, sometimes people come in like they expect miracles.

Jason Taylor, 15 Years Later, Passes Green Torch to Mason Taylor, Jets' Round 2 Tight End