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About Dallas

But, oh man, the stereotypes! People think prostitute’s all glitz, like Austin Powers’ pad, but no, baby, it’s dark sometimes. I saw this doc, prostitutes in Amsterdam, red lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Smashing, but sad, innit?” They’re not just “birds” for hire, they’ve got stories, dreams, like anyone in that movie, growin’ up slow.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

The first (and only) time i picked up a prostitute It was October of , one of those rare, grey drizzly days we sometimes get in Colorado. I was on Nevada Avenue – the main drag through .

So, Cold Spring’s main artery? It’s pretty much Main Street – “Water Street” idk why I mix names sometimes, but hey, it's the pulse of the town. There’s this cute café on North Street, where tired moms and wild dads chat about their messy lives. Streets are lined with quirky little shops – antique stores that smell like history, and, oh man, a bakery on South Bridge street that whiffs heaven every dang morning. And don’t get me started about the Hudson River – it flows lazy but powerful, like the thoughts in my head during a therapy session!

Photos from lacrosse: Rye tops Cold Spring Harbor