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About Dallas

After – I’m pissed. At myself – mostly. Wasted cash – for WHAT? “Dreams don’t come true,” I mutter. Straight outta Requiem – damn. She’s gone – poof. Like smoke – unreal. I sit there – starin’. At the pines – my REAL friends. Next time – I’m stickin’ to trees. Prostitutes? Overrated – fuck it!

Connect Locally

The residential hoods are a mish-mash, from the sleek new houses off Maple Street to the older, creepier districts in the north, like Ridgeview. And oh, the meandering river, the Little Isanti, runs through town, cutting through the landscape as if it owned the place. I'd say the river's a silent witness to our petty lies and fleeting glories—just like that endless drive in Anatolia, where every silence speaks volumes... erm, you catch my drift.

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