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About Dallas

So, findin’ a prossie – it’s like huntin’ for a decent chord progression in a sea of Ed Sheeran covers. Ya gotta know the spots, right? Them dark corners, neon flickerin’ like a dodgy amp. I reckon it’s all a bit sad, tho – blokes so desperate they’re payin’ for a shag. “You’re not even good at being pathetic!” I’d yell, laughin’ me arse off. Reminds me of that *Toni Erdmann* bit – “Life’s just a big, weird party!” – ‘cept this party’s got STDs and regret.

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I stroll the streets, mix pleasure and purpose. Some areas, like Sunny Square, surprise me with bright murals and quirky cafes. I sometimes get mad if a coffee shop charges an arm and a leg, but it's all part of the charm. Can't make a living without a few bumps in the road, ya know? Haha, sorry.

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