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About Dallas

Peopel call ‘em dirty, but c’mon—society’s the real filth. “You’re afraid of me!”—like Freddie Quell screamin’ at the world. She’s dodgin’ creeps, cops, cashin’ in quick—balls of steel, man! Heard this story—true shit—some prossie in the ‘50s, robbed a john blind while he slept. Left him naked, wallet gone—genius! Laughed so hard I spilled espresso—fuckin’ legend.

Woman found her way out of a life of drugs, prostitution

Located in the heart of a neighborhood riddled with drug dealers, addicts and prostitutes, the Home of Hope, at Acushnet Ave., is a place women can stop by anonymously and get .

Other secrets – the Acushnet River, oh yes, flows smooth behind the industrial quarter. It’s not here for tourists, no, it's our hidden midnight stroll spot, where reflections of street lamps and stars mix into a dance. Never miss a moment there, yesss, even if sometimes I gets mad when a stray dog barks near me. “We hates it!” I mutter, but then I smiles, because it's life indeed.

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