...Now let that shit out!!! EXHALE!!!

I've been told by several of you that my presence is warranted. Keep inhaling and exhaling (breathe damn it).  I'm thinking about it.

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Inhale....

Let's Play Catch Up!!!

Being that it has been several months since we've chatted, I feel it is extremely important for me to bringto your attention what has taken place with the events of my life. Keep in mind, not all stories have a happy ending and well quite frankly, some individuals never want the story to end. I am more than certain there are a few individuals anxiously awaiting (possibly nervous) with what I am going to say! The time has come!!! I have three stories to share with you and as an attempt not to confuse anyone, we will start off slow and end with robust passion!!!

I met him....oh wait, names are very important for the next three blogs. I met Ethan when I was at the tender age of 19. I escorted a close friend of mine to his 10 year highschool reunion. I was asked to attend primarily because there was no way in hell he could go alone! I understood and played my part which was to simply smile, speak, eat, dance and protect his camera equipment when he unexpectedly left the table. I was in training yet, had no idea at that moment. He was creatinga very integral part of who I am today! I don't want to get too far off rack therefore, let's talk about Ethan and how we met for the first time. So there I was glammed from head to toe. By the time my friend that I escorted to the reunion was done with me, I looked as if I had left a New York runway fashion show. Sitting across the table from me was another couple that were enjoying the evening events. I didn't think much of them at the time until the gentleman sparked a conversation with me. The irony of the story was that we shared the same purpose for both our friends that evening. Ethan was primarily an escort for the young lady that accompanied him. Ethan and I talked for two hours and even to this day I recall it being a wonderful conversation. The events of the reunion were coming to a close....we shook hands and said our good byes.

Three years later I was put in the position of "gate keeper" for my mentors Grand Opening" of his hair salon. The instructions he left me with were very simple "Don't let anyone in here! I don't care who it is!!!" He was serious! After 30 minutes of spinning around in a swivel styling chair, my fun was interrupted by a knock on the glass door. I of course, ignored it the first five times but quickly became agitated with the young fella's yelling for me to open the door. The door didn't open until my mentor returned. I guess you will have to use your imagination to know how irritated with me the banging gentleman was with having to wait an hour and forty five minutes to place his tools and products in their proper place at his workstation. When he walked past me, I could feel the anger rise from his pores. Needless to say, I didn't give a damn!!! Days, weeks and months went by and the fool was still upset with the situation and I still didn't give a fuck. A truce was called when we were coming together for a huge hair event. It was during that time period when we laughed at each other and a "friendship" was born. This gentleman and I became such good friends that many people assumed we were fuckin'! That wasn't the case however, we knew how to have fun and laugh at life.

Sometimes shit in life doesn't become clear until you continue on with life! That gentleman in the salon turned out to be Ethan. I didn't realize it at the time. Hell, I didn't realize it until 18 years later. My friendship with Ethan began in the hairsalon and ended with "I'm giving you 90 days to make up your mind." I was flattered by his statement and also saddened. Somewhere, somehow throughout the years Ethan and I thought it would be a great idea to spend the rest of our lives with each other. Yet as time progressed in our relationship...he became the reason behind my previously written blog "Complacent Ass". Sad but very true! Once Ethan realied I moved on, he seemed to be genuinely happy for me. Keep in mind we were friends first! We would communicate innocently periodically via phone calls and texts and a times it was good to hear from Ethan. Yet I was with Roger and one thing for certain is that I had enough damn sense to let Roger know that there was communication with Ethan and I. Roger wasn't concerned, he was confident I wasn't going anywhere..................................!!! (Hold that thought). Now...the 90 day ultimatum. I promise you I thought his ass was joking!!! During the 90 day time period we may have communicated no more than three times. If my calculations are right then that would mean...once a month right? I received a text that advised me that my 90 days were up last week. Once again my thought was "this fool is a fool!" However, I couldn't resist, I began counting the days backwards on my kitchen calendar. We were at day 89! I was non-responsive primarily because I already had the answer to his ultimatum 89 days ago! I was just hoping that I wouldn't get a call from him with news of him being in town.

I eventually responded to Ethan with "I will not marry you, its time for the both of us to move on!" I didn't hear from Ethan again, that was part of the ultimatum. If I said "no" he promised to go away forever and he did...............well until two days ago (fuckkkk). I received a simple text that said "hello". I feel we will always have a "friendship". However, I closed the door of our romance and I will keep it as such.


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I Don't Know Where To Start!!!

Well hello!!! I hope everyone is doing well. Thank you for continuing to support my vision by reading my blogs. I apologize to all of you for being dormant. I have been going through some serious life changes these past few months.

I am not planning to write a long drawn out story this evening. I am expecting company in about an hour. However, I will give you a brief synopsis as to what the hell has been going on with me. As the days progress, I will happily share all the juicy details.

1. I let Roger go! He didn't change...I did!
2. My ex-fiance gave me a 90 day ultimatum and I thought he was joking...seriously I thought he was joking' but in reality he wasn't.
3. I decided to let go of my past and lock-up my coochie forever...then I met him!!!

Tomorrow will not be the day we discuss any of the above topics simply because I have an all day date tomorrow. Most certainly we will talk about that! In the meantime, I need to begin my preparation for my guest. I've missed you!!!


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I wasn't done damnit (technical difficulties) LOL.

Where was I before Mr. Blogger decided to stop my flow? Oh yes...
The PAMs will not take any responsibility for their actions and will make it a sympathy gesture for their behalf and tell "their" version of what happened. I used to call people with this trait "a simple bitch" but even a simple bitch will have the decency to admit they did some devious shit! The one's I know at least.

For those that know me and have witnessed or experienced my Tazmanian Devil episodes, will surely tell you three things without hesitation. #1. I warned you #2. I warned your non-listening ass again and last but certainly not least #3. I snapped on your ass!

When people quote "Don't mistake my kindness for weakness!" Take heed (listen)!!!

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I've become slightly agitated and less tolerable of certain behavior's in my ripened age!!! I can't seem to figure out if it's because I can see bullshit coming at me a mile awayN or if I have bbecome fed up with simple ass people! Wait a second...this is not how I planned on starting this topic. Allow me to start with what's on my heart and then we will move forward with what's on my mind.

About a year ago a wonderful friend/bodyguard said this to me: "Dallas, when you meet the right man, and if he asks you to stop writing, you will without any argument!" I miss you TG. You weree right! The only difference is my Man enjoys reading my posts and it brings a smile to his face when I write about him. I am grateful that Roger supports "all" of my talents 100%. TG if you are reading this, please know that I am not nor ever have been upset with you. I truly miss our conversations and besides...its been a while, you knowwww I have some serious gossip to share.

Ok! Back to what's on my mind. If you've been on this journey with me for the last year, then you are aware that I enjoy putting together acronyms. Well, here is my latest!

P.A.M = Punk Ass Muthafucka

Yes!!!! I despise your over the age of 30, whining, still stuck on your Momma,s titttie, somebody llooked at me wrong, nobody talked to me today, my finger hurt Ass! Damn, I'm embarrassed to say I even know you! Another fucked up characteristic of The Guys Named Pam is that its always everyone else's fault except their own. Oh but wait! It gets even worse. No responsibility of any

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That's right damnit! My ass is still alive and well. They had my ass tied up, locked up and hushed up.com. only for a little while. I felt as if I was dropped from an airplane, fell into the hot ass desert and left to make the best of it! I genuinely want to thank two wonderful individuals that were truly concerned about my well-being. Nettie-Boop (yep, that is her real name) Mr. Ector (yep that's his real name too). It warmed my heart that you guys sent a smoke signal to let me know you guys were concerned (or were you looking for a good story?F.

I have missed sharing my thought, wants and cliff-hangers with all of you...even my critics! In all honesty, I was making the adjustment to our new home, new associates, same dick (Roger is well) and balancing the role of mother, lover, dometicated woman, aunt with the money, friend with the good ear, Julia Childs and several counseling sessions here and there. My feet hurt terribly. I thoroughly enjoy my pedicures these days. They bring me close to orgasm!!!

Here are some titles I will blog about in the next few days:

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I have a lot of shit to say and share so again Sexy's









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Wide Asleep

From time to time I find myself faced with the challenge of Insomnia. Most of the time it's caused by something that is weighing heavy on my mind or a project or two that I may have been working on. However, tonight things are a bit different. I was not certain why this particular individual had been on my mind for the last few weeks, but now I understand that he is asking for his due diligence for the huge impact he made on my life, which in-turn....led me here! Talking and sharing with you. I have mentioned him in my previous blogs, but now I feel his short ass is at the point of haunting me because I haven't told the full story.

I was 19 years old and landed my first job in the Corporate world. I was a Secretary for 6 OB/GYN physicians. What a wonderful classroom I had before me! I didn't realize it at the time, but all the tools and education that I needed to understand life in general were placed at my fingertips, yet, I was more focused on my upcoming weekend plans instead of listening to some "over the hill" physicians discuss their patients issues. Most of the doctors I worked for back then have crossed over (they dead), but I will never forget the life lessons they attempted to bestow on my then juvenille brain.

His name was William M. Chavis, M.D., Obstetrician/Gynecologist and Director of the Center for Sexual Health. He died of Cancer about 14 years ago and even though I was no longer employed with the place we made our acquaintance, I made certain that I paid my last respects to him. Dr. Chavis was not just one of my bosses....he was my friend and I now realize he was also my mentor. Too young and dumb to realize it at that time. It was Dr. Chavis that forced me to begin my public speaking to medical students, residents (doctors in training) and seasoned physicians. He always claimed he was too busy with patients and couldn't meet the obligation of introducing his guest speakers. I eventually found that story not to be true.

When I am asked the question of how I became involved with my type of business, my answer is generally quite simple...."Sex never has a recession!" Yes, this is true but it's important for me to go into greater detail so this short ass dead man will stop haunting me, which means I can continue with my normal sleep pattern.

I accept all types of people into my life! I have no heaven or hell to place anyone into, therefore I do not judge! It has never mattered to me if you were male, female, undecided, in the closet, under the bed or hanging out the window! I accept all!!! Dr. Chavis had a sex-kit that he used for couples that were having marital problems. I can't say if the act was ever done in his office, I was not allowed to come into counseling sessions. However, I do recall a few angry husbands and wives storming out of his office with doors slamming behind them. In some cases when one portion of the married party suggests counseling into their life, the other party feels as if they are being attacked by their husband/wife as well as the person that is provding counseling for them. I also recall meeting a happily married couple of 33 years. Dr. Chavis prepped me for the introduction prior to our meeting of this wonderful couple. He understood the experience was a new one for me. He did the right thing! Fred and Melissa Pharr......Love is a beautiful thing when the person you are with accepts ALL of you. His name was Fred during the day and she was Melissa during the day. His name became Allison in the evening and she remained Melissa. He was her husband, she was his wife and then they became best girlfriends in the evening helping one another out with make-up and accessories. Fred and Melissa were the happiest couple I had met, even as of today! Acceptance of diversity was my lesson for that day. I eventually had the honor of introducing Fred as the keynote speaker for one of Dr. Chavis' symposiums.

Years later I was showcasing some of my greatest works of art at the ever famous "HairWars" in Detroit and remained in my element of comfort while all the other models and stylist began giggling, laughing and pointing at "their" uncomfortable and unfamiliar surroundings. A stylist from the Ohio had travelled to Michigan to participate in the show and all his models were Drag Queens! The only problem that I had with the Queens was those bitches make-up and hair looked as if they had stepped out of Vogue Magazine and the heffa's knew it.

With life being my classroom and Dr. Chavis serving as my mentor, I realize I am very fortunate to have had the opportunities that are behind me and forthcoming. Please understand...I'm not saying that nothing shocks me, but I am saying...you will never know when I am shocked!

Thank you Dr. Chavis! Please Rest in Peace so that I may Sleep in Peace!!!

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Third Times a Charm!!!

"I do not like long-distance relationships!" It may work for some of you guys but for me it is truly a challenge. Not that I'm driven to the point of infidelity but sometimes I want to hold my man when I feel like it, not when the opportunity presents itself. I gather my feelings come from previous experiences (obviously). The winter months are slowly creeping in and well......I'm trying to figure out which unpacked box is holding my heating blanket hostage. Roger and I are doing well with our reuniting, however, there comes a time to say hello and of course a time to say good-bye. The good-byes are the tough part. We have remained consistent with our communications and poured out our emotions to one another, yet it's impossible to hug your baby over the phone or computer.

"Do you really want to continue this? I've asked myself this question a few times over several months. Here is my answer: I love him and love conquers all!!! It amazes me how passionate one can become when emotions are involved...hence my ying/yang weekend with Roger. I use the term ying/yang because you can not have the good without the bad and vice versa. Before I tell you what happened between us, keep in mind that it takes an awful lot of bullshit to piss me off to the point of screaming, yelling and on a really bad day throwing. It's been a while since I had a temper-tantrum. You usually don't walk away from those with any style or grace.

I was so excited to know that Roger would be coming to town this weekend. The anticipation of his scent excited me. It's not always about sex with us, his natural scent actually brings me comfort (pheromone shit). I made the necessary provisions so that our limited time would not be compromised and was on my way to see my baby......that's when all hell broke loose. Here's my advice....if you're new to an area and not familiar with your surroundings, I beg you to please use either your GPS locator or Google Maps. I beg you....please do not use that "other shit!" That "other shit" caused a big ass fight between Roger and I and boy did it get ugly!!!! We yelled at each other, used horrible levels of profanity and I even called him a few choice words silently and please know he genuinely returned the favor to me as well. The fighting continued for 45 minutes or more, I lost 2 cigarettes in the midst of the bickering...the 1st one I threw out the window (yay me) and the 2nd one ended up on the dashboard, which tells me I more than likely threw it. It's bad when you don't recall how certain things happen. We were both at a level 9 that day (10 being the highest level of anger). Bottom line....I found my baby and when I was close in his embrace, all the yelling, cussing and smoke throwing that we had just experienced...didn't matter!!! I actually learned a lot from that experience.

Lesson:
1. Don't smoke while angry
2. Use GPS or Google Maps
3. Roger still doesn't tolerate too much of my bullshit
4. I won't tolerate much of Roger's bullshit
5. Make-up Sex is still the greatest thing since sliced bread
6. He was worth the 45 minute "lost in translation" drive
7. Love Conquers All even Long-Distance Relationships

So this is my third time around the "long-distance" relationship corner and you know what....Yeahhhhhhh, I want to continue this! He's worth it!!!


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Movie Night for September 30, 2011

Hey, I didn't forget about the movie. I have been ripping and running around this damn town taking care of things. I realize it's late for some and early for others, but where I am right now...it's still Friday!!!


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Where the Hell Am I?

No! I didn't fall off the face of the earth. Yes! I have been very busy, but please know you have been on my mind.

When I started blogging, my objective was to educate with entertainment, that's always a fun way to learn new things! I also made a promise to myself that I would not isolate anyone from having their voice (so to speak) heard. My blog is obviously about sex.....different types and different forms and plenty of it. I received an email from an individual that simply said "What about us?" Good question my friend!!! The email was from a transgender individual. I also made a rule to myself that before I write about anything that I didn't have much information about that I would research the subject so the proper representation would be made but of course, with my own twist. So needless to say....I have been at the library, on the internet, on the phone and in coffee shops gathering as much education as possible. I have learned quite a bit and will continue to research until I am confident with how I place the light on this topic.

In the meantime, tomorrow is Friday, so there will still be "Movie Night". Yes, it will be a movie with transgender's!!! If you decide that this is something that you're not interested in learning about, keep in mind my rules are always the same...Don't Mothafuckin look!!!

If you are a transgender or transexual and would like to have your story told, please send me an email at dallasromandotcom@yahoo.com. Remember, I will always change the names of the individuals I speak with if you so choose.


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Movie Night for September 23, 2011

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Sex Education ****Follow up****

Hi babies, I've been very busy this past week but wanted to let you know that you have not been forgotten. My job was to get information on Tawny Peaks for you, well....without further delay I have the breast size that Tawny was prior to becoming a homemaker and proud mother of three! In the early part of the 2000's, Tawny was wearing a size 69HH!

Movie Night for September 16, 2011

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Sex Education

I was introduced to the sex industry at a very young age in my life. When I was 8 years old, my older sister snuck into my Uncle Clems bedroom and found his stash of Hustler magazines hidden beneath his bed. I was in disbelief that a person was comfortable showing her nude body parts to the world without any reservation and look comfortable doing it. As the years passed on, so did my education in the sex world. The first X-rated tape that I saw was at the age of 14....late in life for some but too damn early for others. I was visiting with a friend and she wanted to go visit her "love" interest, which we did. Once we arrived at his home, his oldest brother was in the basement watching a tape that consisted of a woman sucking a man's dick....the same man eating the woman's pussy and so on. My friend was comfortable enough to critique and make comments about the movie in the presence of her "love" interest, but me...Ms. Shy and reserve found myself in a rather uncomfortable situation. Twenty minutes later, my friend and her man were in the other room fucking. That also was the first time I heard the sounds of "live" sex.

I had the pleasure of working with some of the greats in the magazine and porn industry. Tawny Peeks (I can't remember her breast size, I will have to get that information to you at a later time.) She was 4ft 8in tall and had the breast the size of watermelons. I remember "Tawny" telling me she couldn't wait for the day that she got out of the industry, her heart was set on having a breast reduction. She is now a size 32A. The last time I saw Tawny, she was on a local news broadcast, explaining how happy she was that she is now out of the industry and proudly carries her breast around, without backpain.

Within the past 2 years, I have been approached by several movie producers to partake in...ummmm....extracurricular activities with the camera and strange men, I kindly declined the offers. There was and is no dollar figure that is great enough to show the entire world all of my intimate body parts. Believe it or not, I am still shy and reserved in some areas of my life.

My major in college was Mass Media Communications, I was always a writer and poet in my early days but there was something about reporting the news to the world that seemed to be the best fit for me. I wanted to be the next Connie Chung but better. I didn't realize how stiff my competition was at that time, but I soon found out as I began to apply for internships. I was fortunate enough to write for a social magazine back in 1989. I had the beauty segment and did my best with giving hair, makeup and clothing tips. I wrote two stories for that paper and then left abruptly when the 60 something year old publisher made an attempt to get me into his back office and perform illicit behaviors with my body. I never went back and unfortunately, my writing skills became dormant for a couple of decades. Don't get me wrong, I still wrote, but it wasn't to the public eye. It mostly consisted of favors for friends that may have had loved onces in jails, hospitals or other far away places. Damn I should have saved some of those works of art. Hallmark didn't have shit on me!!!

I'm more than certain my college professors never expected my writing life to continue in the form that I bring to you as often as I do. I'm sure Professor Higgins would be completely shocked. He once told me "You have passion with your writing!" I just don't think he meant this way! Today, when I present porn videos or nude photos for your viewing, it more than likely affects me differently than it may affect you. For me it's a form of educational analytics. I study them as opposed to watch them from the angel of sexual enticement or pleasures. With that being said....."It's Movie Night!"

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As I come to you this evening, there is no title(yet) for this post. As you know most of the time that I write, it stems from my own personal experiences as well as the experiences of family, friends and associates. The video below has so much meaning to many individuals and if you're familiar with Luther Vandross, then you know that no one can do it like he did. I watched the 10 minute and few seconds video 10 times (no joke). This basically means I was entrapped with headphones on for close to an hour with the same song playing. Yes, I'm a big fan of the artist, yet the meaning of this song hit home for an associate of mine. Therefore, it was extremely important for me to inhale and understand what Mr. Vandross was saying to the world.

When I was 21 years of age, it was a normal activity for me to club hop every Friday, Saturday, Sunday and sometimes Monday nights. I wasn't out looking for a mate, I was simply enjoying the fact that I was legally old enough to drink and didn't have a curfew. I recall dragging myself in to work at the beginning of most weeks, yet, always looked forward to Friday afternoon at 5pm. I couldn't wait to get home to rest up, grab my black catsuit or form fitting dress and hit the town. We traveled all over from the city to the suburbs, flirting, dancing, drinking and having the time of our lives. I have always been an analytical person and made a clear analysis of the older gentlemen that always hung out in he dark corners. They usually sit at the end of th bar and have a good rapport with all the bartenders. You know them! More than likely they are dressed in a suit accompanied with a stylish hat and are usually between the ages of 60 - death. Back in those days, I didn't pay them much attention.....then I had a conversation with one. His name was Jimmie. Our eyes had met at several functions, yet we never spoke. I was at the bar summoning my favorite cocktail and the waitress advised me that Mr. Jimmie has purchased my drink for me. It's odd that I along with everyone else in the place knew his name. I walked over to him and kindly thanked him for his gesture and felt drawn to talk to this man. He wasn't the type that was shaking loose change in his pocket. Those are the older dudes I steered away from, I could spot them a mile away. They usually were at the bars looking for a young tender to clean their homes in lingerie and pounce on their dick whenever it managed to get hard. Jimmie had knowledge and being that my mind was a sponge....I listened....intently.

"Don' get trapped in this club scene too long young lady! You will wake up one day and be like me!" I didn't have to ask him what he meant, the look on my inquistive face asked all the questions that night. Jimmie was like I was when he was 21. He was the party animal dancing the night away...like I was. He had a loyal woman at home waiting for him to arrive with the stinch of liquor on his breath and another woman's perfume on his shirt. He took her for granted and we all know how the rest of this story goes. Eventually, Jimmies woman had her "Nuff" and she left him after 9 years of stability. In the beginning Jimmie told me he thought it was a good thing, says he had a different woman every night at his place, but as time went on, he realized he missed her. By the time he put his ego to the side, his lady had found another man and had been married for 3 years. Jimmie then went on to say that eventually people (some) will get tired of the club scene and settle down with someone they love, but for him, he lost his true love to another man based upon his own selfishness. He soon found himself going home to a dark quiet house. There was no one to welcome him or let alone argue with him. "It's the simple stuff, I miss" he said. His reason for coming into the bar at 60 years of age was just for the noise itself. "You can only talk to yourself for so long before the doctors rule you clinically insane." I smiled at him, grabbed his hand and kissed him on his cheek.

I talk to Jimmie at least once a week to make sure he is still breathing. He has since moved to Florida and has found a new love of golfing, no longer hangs out in the club (he's 80 now) and has made some wonderful friends in his newfound home. The lesson that he taught me that evening has stuck with me throughout my adult years. Here is what I learned: It doesn't matter if you're young, old, male, female or undecided. We all have a need to belong to something, it can be an organization, a school or a person. Which ever way it is done, we all need human interaction and there is nothing like the human interaction that is patiently waiting for your return home but most importantly remember that everything and everyone has an expiration date.

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LUTHER VANDROSS LIVE "A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME"

Did you have a good time tonight? I'm sure you danced the night away, met tons of prospective partners and had a few drinks. Now it's time to go home....alone!!! I will talk about this topic within the next 48 hours. Until then, please enjoy one the greatest artist that ever lived (my opinion) R.I.P Luther!!!

Movie Night

My deepest apologies to all of you. I had intentions on posting this yesterday evening to go along with "Booty Virgin" but I got a bit distracted. Enjoy!


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Forthcoming Part II

Hi babies, I've mentioned some changes will be taking place once the Fall season settles in. Here's a question for you...Are you brave enough to submit your own personal photographs and videos to a private members only website that I control? I already have a few brazen volunteers but I am looking for more to make this is a success. Let me know your thoughts on this (discreetly) by sending an email to: dallasromandotcom@yahoo.com

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