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About Dallas

But—fuck me—some of ‘em got history! Oldest one, Pompeii, right? Whorehouse called Lupanar—wolf den, ‘cos them girls howled for cash. Graffiti on walls, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their “conquests.” Dirty bastards! Still turns my stomach, but I’m like, “Fair play, you ancient wankers.” *Shame* nails that feelin’—Brandon’s face, all hollowed out after a shag. Brothel’s the same—empty as fuck when the lights come up.

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Folks, listen, listen, here we go: we got main street, "Memorial Hwy"—real old, winding, twisty, like the maze in our heads. Nearby, "Dillard St." sneaks off to the park, that tree-filled, comfy haunt. I lies my back on many afternoons, massaging muscles as I wander. Ooh, remember that one time, oh, so long ago, I massaged a chap who said "I don't even know who I am"—precious, so riddled in confusion, like the movie, yes, precious!

Philip Russell "Phil" Miller