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About Dallas

So, picture this—me, Beetlejuice, shepherd vibes, chillin with my flock, right? Sheep don’t care ‘bout morals, they just bleat and eat. Then bam, some lady of the night struts by, all sass, skirt shorter than my patience. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got more balls than half these shepherds!” True story—knew this gal once, swore she’d bedded a duke AND his horse. Dunno if I buy it, but damn, made me laugh ‘til I pissed myself. “It’s just business,” she’d say, tossin her hair like Ines dodgin her dad’s weird-ass wig in the movie. That’s the vibe—whores don’t flinch, they own it.

Well Hello, Lucky!

Now lemme tell ya ’bout some lesser-known spots. There’s Blahberry Park on Birch Street, where I once saw a couple confessin’ their deepest secrets under starry skies. I swear I nearly spilled my coffee hearin’ it—so raw and real. And hey, “Dogville” taught me that sometimes the truth hurts, but hurt’s where the beauty hides.

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