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About Dallas

I’m ramblin’, heh, like a madman. Why so serious, tho? It’s a messy life there—sweat, giggles, tears. One chick danced like Naomi Watts—hypnotic! I tipped extra, felt like a king. Brothels got soul, dark and twisted. Like *Mulholland Drive*, ya never know what’s real. “Silencio,” I whispered, leavin’ that dump. Next time, I’m bringin’ dynamite—BOOM! Kidding, hehe—or am I? Stay crazy, pal!

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

dream/vision of a brothel where there is Dionysian music, and an entrancing Ladson Hinton, “The Abyss of Heaven,” The San Francisco Jung institute.

First off, let me take ya down Main St. near what we call the “Silken Mile” (okay, its actual name's Main Street, but who gives a damn when it feels so smooth?). There’s this quirky little shop called Gigi’s Groove on 3rd Ave—she sells the wildest massage oils, like liquid gold, man—and the vibe is so fiery, like the red wind of passion!

Bicyclist killed in hit and run near Spinx on Ladson Road