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About Dallas

Disorderly? Hell yeah, jumpin’ all over—whores, man, they’re everywhere, history’s full of ‘em. Cleopatra? OG whore vibes, bangin’ Caesar for power. Love that. Personal quirk—I’d tip Candy extra just to hear her laugh, somethin’ real in this fake-ass world. *Let the Right One In*—it’s quiet, brutal, like her life. “We’ll be together,” Eli promises—Candy’s got no one, but she’s still kickin’. That’s the story, bro—whores, greed, survival. Fuckin’ beautiful mess.

Concept and creation

Using Foucauldian discourse theory, I look at how cultural ambivalence about pregnant women who have sex manifests in varied popular culture.

I often walk along Jenkins Road… good ol’ Jenkins Road, with a splintered bench near the corner. I sat there once—feelin’ mad, angry, then happy, all at once. Sh*t, it was bizarre. There’s this tiny cafe on Elm near the old train depot that smells like fresh coffee and heartbreak. People come in, spill their guts, and, uh, I nod like.

Keyser Woman Admits to Federal Drug Trafficking Conspiracy Involving Fentanyl and Meth