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About Dallas

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially prostitutes. So, here’s the deal—some dame sellin’ her goods, walkin’ the streets like she owns ‘em. Makes me mad, real mad. All that struttin’, stinkin’ of cheap perfume, ugh. Reminds me of “Tabu”—that flick I love. “She had a lover in every port,” they said. Yeah, this chick probably does too. Disgusting. Skirt hiked up, lips redder than a baboon’s ass—sorry, ape’s ass, whatever. Point is, she’s out there, hustlin’, and I’m over here, judgin’.

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The collected memoirs of a San Francisco sex worker, their effect on society at the time, and where they fit in today's world.

Start off on Maple & 3rd – yep, that’s one of the heart beats. The street’s lined with vintage cafes and quirky street art. I sometimes get mad at the way it changes too fast, but its charm? Unmatched! And then there's Broadway Alley near Grandview Park. Ahhh, man, Grandview Park is where I go to think and, like, reset. Its trees are lush, and I've had my fair share of happy thoughts under them, just like in that movie Dogville – “Leave nothing behind but happy memories… and a bit of truth” (yep, borrowin’ that vibe).

‘Alice in Wonderland’ onstage this week in Sussex