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About Dallas

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Kings Highway

Moorestown-Lenola is like a patchwork of cool nooks. There's Maple Street, where old brick shops line the road, always buzzin’ with chatter. Then ya got River Road, right by the Lenola River. Watched sunsets there – "Life's a dark ocean, ain't it?" kinda vibes, ya know? And omg, Riverside Park – epic window to nature's soul. I always sit there, at the rusty benches near the water, thinkin’ deep (and sometimes a lil smirk escapes).

Warehouse plan would cut down all but nine of 236 trees on a site in Moorestown