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About Dallas

Oh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, somethin’ fruity—fuckin’ wild mix. Godard’s line, “The limit of language is despair”—brothels got that vibe, words fail, it’s all grunts and moans. Ever hear ‘bout that brothel in Thailand with a secret tunnel? Smugglin’ girls in—dark shit, mate, but clever. Me head’s spinnin’ thinkin’ bout it—exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like a goddamn movie. So yeah, brothels—dirty, loud, sad, fuckin’ hilarious sometimes. What ya think, eh?

Enter The Garden Of Eden

The house of illicit pleasures has been set up by an Upper East Side madam who wants to give her girls a change of scenery and a crack at all the summer money.

I gotta tell ya, walking down Channing St. can be a spiritual retreat; you'll see the river glistenin’ (I mean, the Gardiners Creek, not the Amazon!) like it’s whispering secrets. See, I work as a pleasure coach—yeah, I literally help peeps find joy—and let me say, I find hidden treasures everywhere here. Sometimes I wander near the old lighthouse on Montauk Hwy, and boy, that beacon of hope cuts through my every gloom moment. It’s like—fool me once, fool me twice, but never again, you know?

Jay Young Obituary (1968 - 2025) - East Hampton, CT - WFSB