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About Dallas

So, I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *Stories We Tell*, that Sarah Polley gem – “Who’s your daddy?” she asks, all deep and twisty. Made me wonder bout these lasses on the street, y’know? Who’s their story? Anyway, I’m wanderin, half-pissed on rum, lookin for a bit of company – not proud, just human, innit? Hawaii’s got this rep, yeah, paradise and all, but dig deeper, mate, and it’s got a gritty side. Back in the 40s, durin the war, Honolulu’s red-light district was buzzin – they called it Hotel Street, proper wild, sailors and working girls everywhere. Little known fact: the coppers let it slide cos it kept the lads in line. History, eh? Blew my mind when I read that.

Criminal Investigations Bureau

Tolleson’s not perfect. Sometimes the streets are raucous, I get mad at the traffic on 7th Ave. and the noise. But it’s real. It’s raw. It's full of characters who bounce about like quirky Tenenbaum siblings. I remember one wild night, hangin' by a neon-lit diner on N. Broadway – the city all lit up like a theater. “I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it,” I whispered, feelin' extra poetic.

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