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About Dallas

What pisses me off? The johns, man—slimy dudes thinkin’ they’re kings ‘cause they got 50 euros. Makes me wanna smash my Les Paul over their heads. But then—happy vibes—she’s out there, hustlin’, free as fuck, no 9-to-5 grind. Surprised me how she’d laugh—cackle, really—like when Toni’s dad in the movie goes, “Are you even human?” She’s human, alright, more than most. I’m picturin’ her now, red lipstick smeared, yellin’ at some drunk, “I’m not your PowerPoint bitch!”—and I’m dyin’, it’s too good.

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A rebellious young woman is thrown out by her wealthy, but marbly parents and gets into a nightmare of poverty, prostitution and sickness.

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

Is it a springtime cold, allergies or something else?