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About Dallas

Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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Man, the streets! I love wanderin’ down Quirky Ln. – well, actually, it’s called Quirk Ln., haha – and then there’s Old Market St. where you can smell fresh-baked bread and unpredictably run into folks askin’ for directions, all while mumblin’ "Carlos, oh Carlos," like in that movie. Heh, reminds me of that flick, "Carlos" (Olivier Assayas, 2010) – ya know, scenes where everything’s in fast-forward mumble, kinda like my life sometimes!

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