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About Dallas

So, how’s it work? You find ‘em, haggle a bit - cash upfront, no faff. Dunno why, but I’d be rubbish at it - too much wafflin’, they’d scarper! “The world’s a mess, darling,” I’d say, quotin’ the film, and off they’d go. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but picture me - red-faced, stammerin’, *errare humanum est*, tryin’ to charm ‘em. Total disaster, ha! Anyway, mate, that’s the gist - sleazy, sad, funny, all at once. Life, eh? Just like Kaufman’s bloody movie - a right glorious mess!

The Palace Hotel in Port Townsend

Sometimes, I'm mad 'bout the city. Traffic bugs me on Granite st., bro. The crowds and bars ram me like a headlock. But then, I'm stoked later when I find an underground gem, a secret nook round the back of Harbor Lane. The masseuses from my parlor swear by that little cafe too. I relly love the smell of fresh brekky from there!

briefs: No measles yet, Honda and Toyota totaled, and more