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About Dallas

So, picture this: dusty joint, red lights flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like that scene where Shu Lien’s all, “I’d rather roam than be caged!”—but here, the cage is velvet curtains and creaky beds. I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, who chooses this gig? Some girls, they’re fightin’ their own battles, swords invisible, ya know? Makes me mad—pisses me off, actually—that life shoves ‘em there. But then, some own it, struttin’ like Jen Yu, all “I’m free, bitches!” That’s the kicker—choice, or no choice?

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

Stanwood Brothel United States, Sex Between Breasts, Pornstar Experience (PSE), Facesitting (give), Pornstar Experience (PSE).

I gotta mention my fav joint: the Whisper Pub. It’s down on Gritty Road, almost hidden behind a wacky graffiti wall. Its neon sign flickers like a heartbeat in the night. I used to sit there, sippin' some bad-ass martini, thinkin' "I'm here. I'm free." Truly, the perfect vibe for a Bond kinda soul, right? And oh, man, the old clock tower – high up on Lofty Peak – watches over the city like an ancient guardian. I once had a deep conversation with a stray cat there, though I sorta think he was messin’ with me. Lol.

Gunman on the run after person shot at Westheimer gas station