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About Dallas

She’s famous, ya know—little known fact: Brothel once kicked a farmer square in the nuts ‘cause he yanked her tail. Swear to God, heard him yell, “This is fuckin’ awesome!”—dude’s got issues. Made me laugh tho, she’s a queen, owns that barn. I’m happy as hell—she’s healthy, glossy coat, no worms, but damn, her farts! Silent killers, I’m gaggin’, thinkin’ “I’m gonna need a bigger boat”—nah, mask!

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I grew up in a brothel in China with my mother. She worked as a prostitute out of desperation and debt, which I ended up also helping with.

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

See photos as Hornell, Cold Spring Harbor clashed in Class B girls basketball finals