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About Dallas

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet as pecan pie, talkin’ ‘bout—whore! Now, don’t go clutchin’ yer pearls yet. I reckon this webcam biz gives me a front-row seat to folks livin’ raw, real lives. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a story, honey! Makes me think of that movie I adore, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. Slow as molasses, but deep—like life itself.

Chapter 33: Nately's Whore Notes from Catch-22

Sometimes you don't see them for days, and sometimes they're out there as thick as curls on a whore. John Dunbar: What about Indians? Timmons: Indians? Goddamn.

Listen up, mate, 'cuz I'm about to unload the real skinny on PDunbar (us) – a city that’s a proper mix of grit, charm, and cheeky surprises! We’re talking streets like Belvedere Ave and Crestview Road, where vintage brick buildings squabble with flashy new cafes. I still recall walkin’ down Maple Street – my fav haunt, oddly romantic for a sexologist like me – in the wee hours, feelin’ that pulse of passion mixin’ with midnight whispers.

Obituary of Lawrence A. Dunbar