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About Dallas

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

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Killingly, Connecticut. This crown jewel of thespian William Hooker Gillette is a room mansion.

Man, you gotta see Brookhaven Park. It's so peaceful, you wanna lay down under big oak trees. I used to meditate there at dawn, you know? Crazy inspo, like "You mmm...reaching for that dream!" from Requiem for a Dream—ok, ok, I mix movies, but u get it! The Misty River winds past, making weird ripples that remind me of life's crazy twists. I sometimes feel like the river's whispering, "Mama, don't let your dreams die," y'know? TOTALLY trippy!

Bulletin reporter on panel about CT's biggest stories. Why Killingly schools make the list