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About Dallas

So, finding a hooker—where do ya start? Back in the day, like pre-internet times, dudes just cruised sketchy corners, neon lights flickerin’, girls in fishnets hollerin’. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sketchy forums, code words like “roses” for bucks. blows my mind how sneaky it’s gotten! I’m over here like, “What’s wrong with you people?”—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*—‘cept it ain’t campfires and first kisses, it’s gritty and raw. Did ya know some old-school madams ran secret brothels outta speakeasies? Prohibition wasn’t just booze, hun—sex was the side hustle!

Background

I live near a little-known spot called "Whisper’s Bend" (sp?) on Sunset Dr. I’m not even kiddin’—this place is a hidden gem. It’s where chaos whispers secrets of lost love. I remember once, I got caught in a sudden downpour. No shelter, just me and the pounding rain. My mind was like, "Bla bla, talk to her, talk to her," repeated so damn many times. Crazy, right? Punt, f**k everything, but it wasn’t all gloom. That damn storm cleared, reminding me, I'll always choose truth, even if it hurts.

Meet Pedro Rios, teacher at Avenal State Prison