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About Dallas

What pisses me off? The fakers—dudes posin as pimps, tryna rip ya off. Had one asshole tell me, “She’s clean, promise!” Yeah, right, n’ I’m the fuckin Pope. Happy tho? When she smirked—little sass, like, “You’re a weird one, huh?”—cracked me up. Surprised me too—found out some prossies got secret codes, like tappin twice on the wall means “cops comin.” Sneaky lil tricks, keeps em alive.

Early life

His mother, a prostitute, abandoned him when he was ten years of age, after which he was raised in his grandmother's brothel. Unfortunately, Pryor was.

I love how people here are raw, honest, and a bit neurotic—like me. Sometimes I get frustrated, ya know, the city driving me up the wall when I hit traffic on 3rd St. near Halstead Park (okay, I'll admit, I exaggerate sometimes). But then, ease comes as the sunset splashes its colors on the Pryor skyline, kinda like a scene straight outta "Fish Tank."

Mark Anthony Pryor Obituary August 25, 2024