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About Dallas

So, Raven—prolly not her real name—caught my eye last week. Busted her john, sleazy bastard, suit and tie—lied straight to my face. “Just talkin!” Yeah, right, pal—everybody lies. She smirked, tho—knew I knew. Smart one, Raven. Gotta respect that. Little known fact? Back in ‘89, cops found a hooker’s diary—whole damn thing coded. Names, dates, dirty secrets—nobody cracked it. Raven’s got that vibe—secrets pilin up like trash.

Working Girls Hotel

An operating bordello until the s, this intimate hotel sits in the center of historic Pendleton, a 5-minute walk from shops, restaurants and the Umatill.

Faverite quirks? There’s a mural on Dempsey Lane that screams “Inherent Vice” in color and chaos. It makes me think of life’s random, messy beauty. I always chuckle, “Whoa, dig that, man!”, thinking about the twisted humor of our little town. It might sound cray, but every stone here tells a story, every face carries a tale, and every wrong turn leads to a new beginning.

Sunset Teamed up with Pendleton on a Limited-Edition Blanket—Here’s How to Get It