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About Dallas

First off, I’m no square – I know the streets hum with secrets. Prostitutes? They’re everywhere, babe, if ya squint right. Back in ’71 – little known fact – LAPD busted this ring run outta a chop shop. Girls hid in trunks! Wild, right? So I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll find one near the garages, where the grease monkeys play. Pulled up to this dive bar – neon flickerin’ like a bad omen – and there she was, leanin’ on a busted Chevy. “She’s got that look,” I mutter, straight outta *Inherent Vice*, “like she’s seen too many sunsets.”

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I love the alleys too, weird and twisty. They smell of history. Sometimes I get lost in the narrow lanes behind Perry’s Market. "Ruh-roh!" It’s like my own labyrinth, full of surprises. Might even run into an old friend or a stranger with a killer smile.

David Hollis Obituary (1955 - 2024) - Punxsutawney, PA - The Punxsutawney Spirit