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About Dallas

So – I’m cruisin’. Downtown. Neon lights flicker – like a bad trip. Smell o’ weed and desperation. Hits me – BAM. Reminds me o’ that line – “What’s. In. The box?” Only – I ain’t askin’ that. I’m askin’ – “Where’s she at?” Prostitutes, man – they’re ghosts. Slip through cracks – like Shasta Fay. You blink – they’re gone.

Inside the 'sick, sad industry' of the sex trade in the capital city

basic room, basic bed, bathroom just ok, it's located by all kinds of places to eat, I think it's a prostitution hotel tho lol, a lot of.

so, come over, get lost in this city with me. let the tough streets and hidden alleys catch ya off guard, but maybe – just maybe – you’ll fall in love with its twisted, savage charm. after all, hope persists, and even in chaos there's beauty, damn right. peace out, buddy.

Owosso meeting postponed due to over-capacity crowd