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About Dallas

I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll chat, not buy— just soak in that raw life. “Fare thee well,” I hum, tossin’ her a twenty for her time. Surprised me how chill she was, like we’re old pals. Inside Llewyn Davis vibes, ya know? That lonely soul connectin’ for a sec. Ain’t no perfect world, but damn, findin’ a prostitute can be a weird, beautiful brushstroke. Happy little trees, man— they’re everywhere if ya look!

Madam: the story of Flora MacKenzie

50 pictures that provide a revealing look behind the scenes: men trawling the streets for sex, a whimsical lipstick smear on a coffee cup, and ironic.

Oh, I forgot to mention the quirky murals splashed on old brick walls along Fulton Ave. They’re like a colorful shout, sayin’ "You’re special!" every time you wander by. Each mural’s got a story, and my ol’ heart sings when I see ‘em. Life here is a series of delightful teeter-totters – sometimes you’re beamish happy (like Joy goin’ all out in that movie!) and sometimes you’re all introspective (Gosh, even Sadness has her charm, kinda like I feel reflectin’ on my own missteps; tyop five, tyop six).

Author with Bronx roots debuts new novel, “All Mixed Up,” at Pelham-Van Nest library