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About Dallas

Funny thing—brothels got rules, like no fightin, no stealin, but everbody breaks ‘em! Saw a guy once, drunk, tryin to sneak out with a girl’s necklace—bouncer smashed his face in. Blood everywhere, I’m yellin, “That’s how you extract, cabrón!” Straight outta Nolan’s flick, chaos in layers. I love that movie, man, messes with ya head—brothels do too. You think you’re the boss, but nah, they own you, suckin ya wallet dry. Surprised me how some dudes fall in love there—pathetic, but kinda sweet, y’know?

Desert Sage column

Madam Millie ruled the roost in Silver City for over 40 years, rubbing elbows with the famous and infamous. Her last brothel closed in

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Austin Deming and his winding road to the big leagues