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About Dallas

So, picture this – some chick, mid-20s, fishnets ripped, mascara runnin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a bad punk band. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, huh?” She’s out there, struttin’, actin’ like she owns the damn street. I saw one once, near Jersey, swear she winked at me – me! A gimpy doc with a smirk. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why? ‘Cause she prob’ly thought I’d pay. Ha! I’d rather diagnose her STDs for free than toss her a dime.

Marching for change along Sugar Creek

The city’s got nooks and crannies. I mean, have you seen Riverbend Park? Its trails along the Sugar Creek river are so chill. I once set up a pop-up date there on a sunny day. The air was cool, the water shimmered, and I thought, “fuckin’ beautiful, man!” Even the locals know the secret: the little café on Oak & 3rd, where the best darn coffee flows. Man, their latte art is like, next-level.

Growing apples for a decade has local farmer ready to launch ciderworks: ‘You should be able to taste the earth that it came out of’