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About Dallas

Me fave bit? When they talk back—cheeky! “What’s it to ya?” one snapped at me. Feisty, like Malik spittin’ at fate. But ugh, the stink—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. We hates it! Still, gotta say, they’re scrappers, survivin’ like us in them dark holes. Ever think, precious, how they’d smirk at us—two-faced Gollum judgin’ *them*? Hah! Fair play, maybe. Prossies and me, we’re both chasin’ somethin’—them, cash; me, that shiny Ring. “It’s ours!” we’d both cry, mad as hell. What a mess, eh?

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The neighborhoods? They’re funky. East Side’s hip, with odd murals, neon lights. West End’s laid back. There’s a little lane left in dead end – I swear, it whispers tales of old dreams. “He’s got the design all wrong” – like in that movie, ya know?

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