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About Dallas

But—danger’s real. Freaks me out thinkin’ bout it. Clients can be psychos—had a buddy tell me ‘bout this one chick, got roughed up bad. Made me wanna punch somethin’! Yet, the rush? Some love it—thrill of the game, like Yang-Yang snappin’ pics in *Yi Yi*. “I see things you don’t!” Great Scott, that’s the vibe—seein’ life raw!

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Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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