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About Dallas

But here’s the thing—*Talk to Her* vibes hit me hard. That line, “The best thing is to wait,” pops up, and I’m like, wait for what? Love? A discount? I’m pacin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’—is this moral? Immoral? Who cares! I’m not hurtin’ nobody, right? Still, my brain’s yellin’, “Larry, you idiot, don’t do it!” But then—surprise, surprise—I’m curious. What’s she like? Does she talk? Does she laugh at my dumb jokes? I’d probably overthink it, ruin the whole thing. “So, uh, ya like Seinfeld?” Crickets.

Early life

She was a prostitute at some point, not a "whore" in the sense that she was merely promiscuous for fun or to ingratiate herself with the gang.

Move on to Eastlite, those narrow streets twist like our quirks. Sidewalks can boot you, motherf*er, if you ain’t careful—true story! One time I stumbled on a secret flower patch behind a run-down cafe on Birch Street. Ha! Who would fk think that?

Beecher community celebrates the start of renovations to high school