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About Dallas

So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

Memory Whore

The main drag is Maple Street. I'm always buggin' on how that street just buzzes with life. I once sat right outside Joe's Chill Spot on Maple, lost in thought cause it's so dang peaceful sometimes. And then there's 3rd Avenue – oh man, that place reminds me of a scene from "The Act of Killing" – all chaotic and alive, like, “this is the real deal,” ya know? It's like a movie montage of anger and beauty, and trust me, it's wild.

Sweet treats at Ferris Groves in Floral City