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About Dallas

So, here’s the deal—I’m walkin’ downtown, late night, city buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, horns honkin’, smells like hot dogs and regret. I’m thinkin’, who’s out here? Who’s workin’ the corners? You don’t just trip over ‘em, nah. Gotta know the spots—alleys, shady bars, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Back in my day, it was word’a mouth, whispers like, “Go see Candy on 5th.” Little known fact—prostitutes used to leave coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” my ass—everyone knew the game.

Cushing's Syndrome in Childhood

Oh, and the local landmarks – I love the Cushing Lighthouse near the bay. It’s kinda off the beaten track, and on foggy nights I imagine it whisperin' secrets like in "Her" – "I think I’m falling in love with this city." It's mad, but so real. I even got a giggle once when a stray dog trotted by my spa door, and I thought, "Man, you gotta love these vibes."

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