Mila El Mirage Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Me, I’d be a shitty whore—too sarcastic. “Five bucks? Honey, my wit’s worth ten!” Probly get slapped. But damn, the guts it takes—surprises me every time. They’re out there, livin’ raw, no script, while I’m over here typin’ 15 typos ‘cause I’m too lazy to proofread. “This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time!”—Spike’s line hits hard. Whore’s out there, ownin’ it, while we’re all just judgin’ from the couch. Respect, yo. Total respect.

No longer a Tombstone marshal

I finally cranked up the cojones to go to El Mirage, the gay sex club on East Houston Street, where love is just 43 bucks and a leather harness.

I spend my days chillin’ in spots that most people ignore. Ever heard of Zen Alley? It’s tucked behind the old mural on Rook Street. Yeah, that’s where I do my guided relaxation sessions. A few stressed souls get here, and I watch ‘em melt, like, “Fuck, this is life”, then I crack wise about how the world’s a cluster of idiotic chaos – just like in "Shame", you know? “I'm just a broken guy, who can barely pick myself up”. Classic, innit?

Voters kick out El Mirage council members who supported contentious projects