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About Dallas

So, listen up, I roll in, right? Place is dark, smoky, girls loungin’ like they own it. One chick, swear to God, looked like she could scalp a bastard with her heels—straight outta Tarantino’s playbook. “Vhat do you vant?” she says, all sassy. Made me laugh, fuckin’ ballsy! I’m thinkin’, “This is my kinda party, mang!” Happy as hell, ‘cause I love a dame who don’t take shit.

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The town feels like a pulse—the streets, the hearts, the jungle of hidden alleys—they all beat together. It’s chaotic, it's real, it's gritty, it's sweet. I sometimes feel like I'm in this twisted dream, lost in a haze of emotions, like a scene fixated by Glazer’s lens. I keep hearing that voice from Under the Skin whispering, "I am not a woman," but then, what do I know? I'm just chillin' here in this crazy, tender town.

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