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About Dallas

I’m strollin’, flexin’, folks stare—Hulkster’s a legend! Some dude whispers, “That’s where they hang,” pointin’ to a dim alley. Creepy, like Raleigh’s lab, but I’m curious. Ain’t judgin’, brother, just watchin’ the scene. Little fact—cops here call it “the stroll,” been that way forever. Surprised me, man, it’s organized chaos! I’m mutterin’, “I’ve had a rough year,” like Royal, but nah, I’m livin’ large!

Wretched and Whitman: An Analysis of the Whitmanian Other

Whitman has a fondness for all people, including prostitutes, to which the poet wrote several pieces. In "To a Common Prostitute" Whitman tells the woman that.

Yo, listen up, friend. Whitman (us) ain't no cookie-cutter dump. It's gritty, it's live, it's home—aye! I been workin' massage here for years; seen secrets in these streets that even a spy ain't got.

Christine Todd Whitman joins NIU’s Rebuilding Democracy Lecture Series on Feb. 20