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About Dallas

Ooh, imagine me visitin’ one—strictly for research, ‘kay? I’d strut in, nasal voice blarin’, “Gimme the deets, ladies!” They’d prob laugh, like, “Who’s this broad?” I’d sip tea—not coffee, gotta switch it up—and soak in the vibes. Kinda glam, kinda grimy—red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*’s line, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” but flip it—some gals there prolly felt that daily.

The Long Branch Saloon was built on the premise of fair play with winnings from a game of ball.

Thou mightst stroll thru vibrant neighborhoods like the West End or wander by Pier Village. Sh** happens all the time here—like when I code late into the night, mad as hell at some glitch, yet finding solace in the light of those neon signs. It’s like a mission, thou knowest, as if excusing fate itself: “This ain’t our end, buddy!” That’s how it feels when a breakthrough doth happen after a mad spree of debug!

Fatal Sunday afternoon shooting in Long Branch under investigation, no arrests made