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About Dallas

*heavy breath* I am your father—so I notice shit. Like in *Toni Erdmann*—“Who are you really?” That line? Haunts me. Ask that to a prossie—deep, right? Are they playin’ a role? Mask on, like me? Gets ya thinkin’. Once met this chick—tattooed zabrak, horns and all. Swear she charged double ‘cause I’m Vader. Pissed me off—ripped off by a tart! But damn, she was good—happy vibes after. Surprised me—thought I’d choke her out, but nah.

Clawson Cocktail Table (C)

My fav haunt? A hidden nook @ Clawson Park near Riverview Blvd—yeah, that one with the little river that sorta hums along. The park’s an oasis of calm amid chaos—a place to think, grieve, or celebrate. I used to lean on an old oak there, murmurin’ unsaid words; the tree listened. “You merely adopted the dark.” Those moments, lost in time, remind me why this work matters.

Wake Forest’s Dave Clawson steps down as football coach after 11 seasons