Ada San Rafael Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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So I went to Pickelweed Park to see the Dia De Los Muertos. I was surprised to see some scantily dressed women on Canal St. after I had left.

I chill a lot at Crescent Park. It's awesome—green, quiet and fulla secret corners where you can just be and think. I often head there after zonking out from daily chaos. And oh! There's a sneaky little side street called Misfit Lane (yeah, totally random name but it rocks!) where you stumble upon a tiny vintage record shop. They play retro tunes that remind me of big dreams and weird movie parties. So rad!

Update: Nighttime Lane Closures on Westbound, Eastbound Interstate 580 (I-580) for Bridge Deck Repair on Richmond-San Rafael Bridge