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About Dallas

Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

Now Grambling ain't like no hoity-toity place, nah. It’s got grit, history, and a spot of mystery. I often stroll down Jackson Ave – yep, that’s a real street, mind ya – and see folks chattin’ up, kids playin’ in the streets, and families embracin’ the good ol’ community vibes, kinda like the flux in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring" – “Everything changes.” Ain’t that the truth? Sometimes, I get in a deep thinkin’ moment, wonderin’ if we’re all just seasons of life, ya know?

Midweek Game Versus Grambling State Canceled