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About Dallas

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, that. Ain’t talkin’ street corners, no sir! Clinical trials, they be needin’ folks—real folks, savvy?—sometimes sex workers, for studies on health, STDs, or social whatnot. Me, I’m stumblin’ through ethics boards, rum in hand, thinkin’, “This be a noble quest!” But arrgh, the red tape! Made me madder’n a kraken with a toothache. Papers piled high, docs judgin’ me like I’m plannin’ a mutiny. “Why’s Cap’n Jack want *her*?” they sneer. ‘Cause science, ye bilge rats!

Whitemarsh Island crime map

Avoid this place unless you're trying to conduct yourself illegally. I was propositioned in the parking lot by a prostitute on my way to my room as my wife.

Then there's Lakeberry Park – a lush, green patch for chillin'. Kids runnin’ 'round, couples havin’ picnics, and me, countin' the birds and thinkin’ ‘bout all life's funny twists. One day I got so mad seein’ trash dumped by the river; I marched down to the townhall so loud even the squirrels heard me yell “Git-R-Done, ya lazy fools!”

Applebee's on Whitemarsh Island turns restaurant over to nonprofits