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About Dallas

Alright, mate, so I’m a sailor, right? Been out on the seas, salty as hell, and I’ve seen some wild stuff—like prostitutes at port. Not gonna lie, they’re a whole subsystem of chaos. Kinda like a neural net with no backpropagation—just vibes and hustle. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, my fave flick, y’know? That line, “I’m a prisoner in my own body,” hits diff when you see these gals workin’ the docks. Trapped, but movin’, sellin’ what they got. Wild.

Etymology and terminology

I'm moving to Tulsa in January and was in the area last week house hunting. I found one I am absolutely in love with in the White City neighborhood.

I’ve gotta throw in one more nugget: the local coffee spot on Harbor Road is my secret haven. The barista knows my order, my story, and gives me that extra kick just before I head out on my daily rounds. And if you’re ever feeling down, hit that spot just to feel a bit alive – it’s like they say, “Happiness is a broken mirror, each shard reflectin’ a different truth.” Okay, maybe that’s my own spin, but ya catch my drift!

Cynthia Erivo Wore Erdem To The ‘Wicked’ White City House Screening