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About Dallas

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, but the real deal—gritty, raw, like somethin’ outta *The Secret in Their Eyes*. That flick’s my jam, 2009, Campanella nailed it—secrets, passion, the works. Whores got that vibe, y’know? Hidden stories, eyes that’ve seen too much. “How many times can you rewrite the past?”—that’s from the movie, fits ‘em perfect. They’re livin’ it, rewritin’ their own messes daily.

Va-Va-Va-Boom: Burlesque in Sebastopol

lyrics. How does it feel to be a white trash whore? I give you my love and you just want more. Milk me dry. Look me in the eye. I got the dish I wanted.

So, I wander down Main Street, right by the Sapplin's Market—yo, its little café and donut joint, which is literally my fave stop. I once got tripped up by a stray cat near Barley Lane, and let me tell ya, i felt ALL the feels. D’oh! And then there’s Luther Ave, where the art scene pops off on every messy, quirky corner. Got some murals that scream "Wow, life is deep!" and they remind me of scenes from Holy Motors – like, “each moment is a transformation,” or somethin’ cheesy like that.

Sebastopol Center for the Arts