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About Dallas

So, I spot her—red heels, ripped fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she owns the block. She’s got that “I’m not here to talk” vibe. I’m thinkin’, “Man, she’s livin’ the *real* untitled rock piece.” Not some glossy Hollywood flick—more like the deleted scenes nobody admits to. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the ‘70s, hookers used to hang by the Whisky a Go Go, hopin’ to snag a roadie? True story! Same game, diff tech—now it’s apps and burner phones. Wild, right?

The Case of the Missing Marquess

While trying to find the club, she saw a prostitute standing on the street and suddenly felt angry at women like her who openly sell their bodies. She lured the prostitute to an alley under the .

Oh, and don’t miss out on Hidden Grove. It’s a park I discovered when I was tired and mad. The benches there hold secrets of the city. Kinda like a lost conversation. It makes me feel all kinds of things. Really emotional, so busted, sometimes makes me mad that society doesn’t get it.

George Peters Obituary (1953 - 2024) - Enola, PA