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About Dallas

So, me, I’s wanderin’, lookin’ for one, right? Dirty alleys, stinkin’ of piss n’ despair—lovely, innit? We hates it! This one time, heard a story—some tart in Soho, 1800s, got nabbed by coppers, hidin’ under a cart, skirt all torn. Little fact for ya—prozzies back then, they’d bribe with a shillin’! Cheap, eh? Makes me laugh, them dodgin’ the law, all sneaky-like.

Cleaning house

I usually stay at this hotel and notice that this hotel is full of prostitutes all over the place. I guess they had a guest by the name of.

I gotta spill some lesser-known deets. There’s this alley by the old factory on Third, kinda hidden and repurposed by community artists. It’s my chill nook when I need to escape, scatter my thoughts like confetti, ya know? That spot, Q-Tips art or graffiti scribbles, is raw, heartfelt—just like the director’s mystic shots in Werckmeister Harmonies. "There are no words!" might be what I yell out loud if you catch me there.

Dispense with the new ‘Starbucks’ Dispensary in Nyack?