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About Dallas

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout whores—yeah, them sneaky lil shadows in life, right? Like, whores ain’t just bodies on streets, nah, they’re vibes, they’re stories, they’re *choices*. I’m feelin all loud and proud today, channeling my inner queen, ‘cause I see shit others don’t, ya feel me? Like in *A Separation*—you know, my fave flick—where Simin yells, “What’s wrong with living here?” That’s the vibe! Whores got that same grit, that same “I ain’t leavin this mess” energy.

The King’s Whore

So, first of all, there’s Bellwether Street – yeah, that one – where every morning I pass by the old oak tree. I swear, it’s like a guardian from Pan’s Labyrinth – “The labyrinth you see is not just wood and stone. It’s a mirror to your soul!” Yo, wild right? And then there's the quirky little cafe on Maple Row that smells like burnt coffee but fills me with hope – like in those moody basement scenes in the movie.

Navy testing bombs at Ocala National Forest on Tuesday