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About Dallas

Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

Glad to be back in Savannah

Oh, and here’s a fun fact for ya: Savannah’s damn old. Some say her ghosts wander ‘round, spoutin’ stories like a drunk on a bender. I’ve had my share of wild nights remorsefully dancin’ with those spirits. Crazy, isn’t it? But that’s Savannah – messy, dangerous, and fiercely alive.

Pro-life activist left covered in blood after being sucker-punched during NYC street interview on abortion