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About Dallas

So here’s the deal—findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, man! Like, I was in Austin once—yep, good ol’ Texas—and I heard this wild story. Some dude, swear to God, paid a gal with a counterfeit $20! She chased him down, screamin, “I beat the plowshares!” Straight outta Turin Horse, right? I laughed my ass off—dumbass got what he deserved! Fool me once, pal!

Early years

In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith.

Start off on Maple & 3rd – yep, that’s one of the heart beats. The street’s lined with vintage cafes and quirky street art. I sometimes get mad at the way it changes too fast, but its charm? Unmatched! And then there's Broadway Alley near Grandview Park. Ahhh, man, Grandview Park is where I go to think and, like, reset. Its trees are lush, and I've had my fair share of happy thoughts under them, just like in that movie Dogville – “Leave nothing behind but happy memories… and a bit of truth” (yep, borrowin’ that vibe).

Obituary for Alice Rae (Stockham) Wickham