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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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So come visit, friend! Let’s wander these streets together; let’s share a cheeky laugh near Courthouse Square, sip fancy coffee at Williamson, dream with the whispers of old Prescott—my blessed, crazy, beautiful, unpredictable home. My precious, you gotta experience it, always, always in your heart!

Dak Prescott talks about mental health, suicide prevention in an NBC 5 exclusive