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Then—bam—some drunk asshole yells, “Get a room!” Pisses me off, bro. Mind ya business! I’m tryna live, not hurt nobody. She shrugs, says, “Happens alla time.” I’m shocked—how you so calm? She’s like, “Survival, baby.” Damn, that hit me. *Hurt Locker* again—“You’re not ready to die.” She ain’t either, just grindin’.

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I live here, right? And I'm a pleasure coach. One more thing… I don't just see streets, I see stories. I see every dancer, every dreamer. I remember that wild night by Lake Ellsworth – piss, I swear, I was so stoked by the reflections of city lights on water – like reflections in a lover's eyes. And then there's Maple Grove Park. I mean, that patch of green, tucked between busy blocks, is my zen spot. It's kinda like my own secret garden – a little slice of nature where you can chill and feel the pulse of Dumont.

Dallas Mavericks’ Patrick Dumont outlines vision for exclusive arena