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About Dallas

Here’s a lil’ fact nobody tells ya—back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes used payphones to set shit up. No cell phones, just coins and codes, wild as fuck! I’m thinkin’, man, imagine me droppin’ quarters, yellin’, “Hurry the fuck up!” Makes me laugh, ‘cause today it’s all texts and apps—shit’s evolved, yo. Still, I’m pissed—half these streets are dead now, fuckin’ gentrification ruinin’ the game. Where’s a motherfucker s’posed to look?

C.G.S. § 53a-83 – Patronizing a Prostitution

On my girlfriend's birthday we went to the Mohegan Sun after leaving the bar with one of our friends to try to spot prostitutes, as the friend had just finished reading a book about Missing: Lake Mohegan.

On Mapleton Street, thou shalt wander. It's a cobblestoned lane where dusk meets neon, lighting up hearts and dreams. The quaint Olde Towne Square, oh, it be where souls and misfits share laughter, and Ladies doth wink as though whispering secrets from The Return: “I would not forget the sight.” I swear, it hits deep, like an arrow to the heart, ya know?

Christopher Johanson Obituary December 26, 2024