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About Dallas

Exaggeratin’ now—she had this dog, yeah? Tiny mutt, pimp-hatin’ beast—barked at johns, hilarious chaos! Wish I’d animated that shit—frame by frame, y’know? Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sex, nah—it’s stories, raw and jagged. Some creep tried stiffin’ her once—rage exploded, I yelled, “Pay, you sleemo!” Felt like a Jedi, I did—pride puffed me chest.

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He told a story one time about how he was with a pregnant hooker in his basement and the hooker started smoking crack while his grandma was sleeping upstairs.

Dis town got these funky alleys an' boozy corners. There’s dis backstreet off of 3rd Ave that locals call “Lover’s Lane” – not official, but we sexologists swear by it when talkin’ ‘bout romantic vibes, ya know? Imma tell ya, couple sittin’ there all night, whispering sweet nothings! And on Broad Street? Crazy happenin’ parties sometimes. I seen da weird, romantic meetups too – real heart-thumpin’!

Elizabeth Jean Wilson-Pownell-Norton Obituary February 2, 2025