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About Dallas

Me fave’s this one bird—Candy, real name prolly Susan. Chain-smoked, swore like a sailor, had a tattoo of a rose bleedin’. Told me, “James, I’m the party that never ends,” winkin’ like she knew I’d shag her for free. Cheeky cow—loved her guts. Reminded me of Jep Gambardella, chasin’ beauty in the muck. “The only thing left is to cry,” she’d laugh, then nick me cigs.

Sarah (prostitute)

One hundred-plus years ago in Manzanillo, there was more to the red light district than the two short blocks it is today. It featured saloons, gambling houses, and prostitutes who worked .

Red-Chute’s got these tiny neighborhoods, like Old Willow. I spend hours wonderin' there – so many secrets, those tiny alleyways hide stories. Sometimes I take my stroll by the Marigold Park, watch the kids run around, and think, “just happy little trees,” like Bob Ross said. Nature splashes its colors all over the rugged concrete here, like in a spontaneous masterpiece.

UPDATE: Brain-eating amoeba found in south Bossier Parish water system