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About Dallas

Now, I seen plenty in my day—shoot, I could write a book! Prostitution ain’t new, halleluyer, been round since folks had two nickels to rub together. Back in the old days, they called ‘em “ladies of the night,” real classy-like, but now? Chile, it’s all apps and alleys! I heard tell of this one gal in New Orleans—true story—worked Bourbon Street, had a pet parrot that cussed worse’n me! She’d send that bird out to holler at johns, “Hey, sugar, over here!” Made bank too—ain’t that a trip? Little known fact, right there, halleluyer!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The edge of Barnhart’s got that river, the Silver Creek. Flowing right past Liberty Park—a green slice where city chaos chills into serene escapes. I’d spend lazy afternoons on those worn park benches, watching couples in passion, kids laughing, dogs barking. It’s a spot where love and life collide. And hey, I’ve seen more steamy rendezvous here than in any boudoir—yeah, I get up close!

Roger A. Barnhart (October 4, 1964 - April 28, 2025)