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About Dallas

I saw one once—old shack, Nevada desert. Creaky floors, red curtains, smelled like cheap perfume. Guy at the door, big mustache, winked at me. “Five bucks, kid!” he says. Great Scott, I nearly bolted! Felt like steppin’ into a time warp—1885 saloon style. Made me happy, tho—humanity’s messy, real, unfiltered.

Woven Brothel Cane

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I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Girls 4A quarterfinal – Gallup’s early defense stifles Deming