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About Dallas

Favorite thing ‘bout whores? They don’t give a fuck. Bold as hell, struttin’ like, “Directive?”—nah, they *are* the directive! One time, I saw this gal in Vegas, fishnets up to her eyeballs, hagglin’ with some drunk dude—hilarious! She’s yellin’, he’s stumblin’, I’m over here dyin’. Reminds me of WALL-E chasin’ Eva—persistent lil’ shit. Gotta admire that grit.

About this ebook

When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

Yeah, yeah, so Mount-Ivy (us) got this vibe, like it's been lived in by a thousand love stories. Every corner's got a secret, a whispered fantasy. The local park, Squirrel's Hollow, is always a riot in early morning fog. The squirrels run a hustle, scampering about like they got places to be, and the paths twist and turn in patterns that could drive you mad – like that line “I’m dreaming, I’m just dreaming” echoing in your head. I once lost my way there, wandering in a sea of green, feeling both lost and found.

Pomona victim of hit-and-run, Daniel DeSerio, remembered for gentle ways, love of music