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About Dallas

Angry, I got once—some jerk tried rippin’ me off, said she’s “classy”—ha! Looked like she crawled outta a dumpster, smellin’ like cheap gin. “You think I’m dumb?” I yelled—fear leads to anger, see? Hate when they lie, actin’ all high and mighty.

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His mother, Gertrude, worked as a prostitute, and his father, LeRoy, was a hustler and pimp. And let's not forget his grandmother. Continue.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

2 charged with murder after date turns to deadly ambush of young father