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About Dallas

Ever hear ‘bout Julie? Old tale, 1800s, New Orleans—prostitute who offed a dude tryna stiff her. Stabbed him, kept his gold watch—badass! Bet she rocked a corset like nobody’s biz. Stories like that? Gold. Makes ya wonder—what’s their deal, y’know? Alien eyes see it—humans judge, but they’re just survivin’. “Where do dreams come from?”—movie line, fits perfect. They got dreams too, prolly sparkly ones.

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Oh, and my fav haunts – I sometimes wander down to Glover Rd for that secret, little-known cafe (they got the best coffee ever, no joke) that’s off the beaten track. The vibe? Total interstellar peace. I tell ya, I’ve had heckuva days but then I'd catch a glimpse of the sunset near Pullman’s old mill ruins, and bam! Cosmic laughter fills the air. “A separation of the heart, a separation of the mind,” murmurs the breeze. Weird, right?

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