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About Dallas

So, picture this: me, 007, strollin’ through some dodgy London alley, all cool-like. See this bird—proper stunner, workin’ the corner. She’s got guts, mate, real guts. Reminds me of that *Boyhood* vibe—growin’ up rough, no script, just raw. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with these tiny hooks sewn in their skirts? Sneaky as hell—love that! Shaken, not stirred, that’s how I like my tricks too.

1-800’s tracks

I think that Littlefinger can probably also trace his lineage to the "black-blooded" Hoares of Harrenhal. The First-Blush Sensibility of a Hoare.

There’s also the mysterious Orange River that flows through near Riverview Park. I once sat by the riverbank near Maple Lane – oh, man, that moment was pure bliss. I was like, "Ahhh, life, you crazy beast!" I nearly got soaked by a sneaky drizzle – totally caught me off guard, haha. Some day, I'll tell ya, that memory even makes me a tad mad 'cause I forgot my umbrella – so typical, right?!

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