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About Dallas

Look, I ain’t sayin’ it’s cool—naw, it’s gritty. Streets smell like piss, danger’s real—knives, pimps, the works. But somethin’ wild hapened once—met this chick, sassy as hell, quoted Shakespeare! “To be or not,” she says, laughin’. I’m like—whaaat? Nearly fell over—smartest hooker ever. Made me happy, man—little surprises like that.

Bothell, Washington

I have driven through Bothell and it seems fine. Seems like the the neighborhoods closer to the downtown area are more mature and established with sidewalks.

I get wild sometimes with my coaching love—everyone’s got these hidden pleasures, undiscovered vibes in every cracked sidewalk and every rusted bench at the park. Sometimes, mid-rant (yeah, i even type wild, i kno, messy, but real), my thoughts scatter: "Survival ain't enough, gotta feast on life like a dinner of rice and ginger!" And damn, Bothell makes me do that.

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