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About Dallas

What pisses me off? The stench. Gods, it’s like that bathhouse in the movie—sweaty, grimy, makes ya gag. But what got me happy? Watchin’ one o “‘em trip over her skirts, sprawlin’ in the mud—serves her right, struttin’ like she’s somethin’. Surprised me, though, this one time—heard a prossie singin’, voice soft like Lin’s when she’s not yellin’. Caught me off guard, almost felt… somethin’. Then I remembered who I am. Screw that.

Richard Pryor: The Chuck Berry of Standup

His mother, a prostitute, abandoned him when he was ten years of age, after which he was raised in his grandmother's brothel. Unfortunately, Pryor was.

I love how people here are raw, honest, and a bit neurotic—like me. Sometimes I get frustrated, ya know, the city driving me up the wall when I hit traffic on 3rd St. near Halstead Park (okay, I'll admit, I exaggerate sometimes). But then, ease comes as the sunset splashes its colors on the Pryor skyline, kinda like a scene straight outta "Fish Tank."

Obituary for Barbara Jean Pryor