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About Dallas

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s messy, risky, fuckin’ hilarious sometimes. I’m sittin’ there, countin’ my cash, thinkin’, “One day, this’ll make a helluva story.” Maybe I’ll tell it slow, wise, like I’m narratin’ your life. ‘Cause in this game, kid, you gotta laugh—or you’re toast.

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Then, oh-oh, we got the hidden gem—Meadow Lane! Not many peeps get there often. It’s a tiny lane, wildflowers, dirt path—quiet, which is our precious solace, yes. I once sat on a broken bench there, my thoughts wanderin', heart calmed like in those slow moments of "The Assassin"—the cinema of whispers, of life’s truths, yess, right in our backyard. Sometimes, the wind carries soft words: "Time is a flat circle!" or something like that, but we does not mind, oh no, no, my precious.

Beeville neighbors brace the cold temperatures