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About Dallas

Her pimp tho? Total jackass. Beat her once—black eye, ugly as sin. Made me mad, wanna claw his face off! “No capes, no pimps!” I yelled in my head. Sally just smirked, “Ain’t no mountain high enough, E.” Tough as nails, that chick.

Copyright:

A series of limericks, written a decade ago – an image made by a fine Swiss draughtman, Fuseli of Füssli, who worked for the British art-market.

Man, and the neighborhoods? Take Westend Quarter. Not your bougie block—nah, it’s grittier. But oh boy, it’s alive! Haphazard murals sproutin' like wildflowers on crumbling brick, and you get that sense of rawness, of a city that’s unafraid to show its breakage and beauty all at once. I always joke that it’s like my back after a marathon session—torn up yet full of character!

Christy O'Connor's talking points: Geaney ageing like Benjamin Button while Limerick wizard Lynch continues to weave his magic