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About Dallas

I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

Venue & Services

The neighborhoods here are quirky. Old Mill Lane is fun. I’ve got a secret spot over on Maple Street, by a tiny coffee joint that smells like heaven and despair all at once. Coffee's bitter, just like truth—oh, and nearly everybody here pretends to have it all figured out, but guess what? EVERYBODY LIES.

Bluegrass on Ballard returns in May