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About Dallas

Me, I’d waltz in, all charm—*burdened with glorious purpose*—and they’d be like, “Who’s this posh git?” I’d sip their rubbish ale, smirking. Once saw a brothel in Soho—dodgy place, sticky floors, girls eyeing ya like wolves. One lass, cheeky as hell, says, “Fancy a tumble, love?” I’m like, “Darling, I’m a god, not desperate.” She laughed—good sport, that one. Made me happy, her sass—rare spark in that dump.

Selected Buildings

In AD, following an edict issued by Emperor Theodosius, male brothels in Rome were raided and prostitutes were burnt alive in the streets as.

My favourite spot? A tucked-away café on Centurion Lane. It’s a wee bit nostalgic, smudged windows, and the best coffee in town. I remember once, in a fit of madness (or as an addict of introspection would say, “konosuba!” – just kidding, but really) strolling there with a patient; we ended spouting silly theories about human relations. Bet you never thought therapy could feel like a carnival of emotions!

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