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About Dallas

But here’s the kicker – some of ‘em are scammers, dude! Had a buddy who got robbed blind – paid upfront, she bolted. Pissed me off, but I couldn’t help laughin’ – “Great Scott, what a moron!” Me, I’d never fall for that, too sharp, heh. Still, it’s a hustle, a grind – respect that, kinda. “The glory around us,” like the movie says, ya feel it even in the grit. So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Easy peasy, but watch yer back, pal – and maybe ponder the universe while yer at it!

Images from Schlesinger Library

Sometimes I wander down Cedar Rd. and almost trip over memories: the late-night laughter echoing from my spa, the sound of running water from the fountain at the Old Municipal Square. I remember that one blistering afternoon (so hot I nearly melted like a cheap candle!) when the entire street felt like a giant stew of smells and sounds. Oh, so wild, so alive!

Cultural assimilation and reciprocity in Nathan Deming’s “February”