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About Dallas

Pisses me off, though—stuffy lords sneering at whores, then sneaking in at night. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! I drink, I know things—they don’t fool me. Happiest moment? This one time, girl sang while undressing—voice like honey, body like sin. Surprised me, too—thought she’d knife me, not serenade me. “Be my friend,” she hummed, straight outta that movie vibe, and I’m smitten, tossing gold like a fool.

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Down Maple St. by the old brick awning, there’s a nifty little clinic. I work on backs there—so many knots, so many crazy stories. Street names like Oakside Ave. and Riverbend Ln. frack my brain. The river, the Jell-O river (just silly nickname), slides past Central Park. My fav spot? That park where the trees scream secrets.

Twenty seniors commit to continue athletic pursuits in college