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About Dallas

D’oh! So, here’s the dealio bout whores, man – I’m talkin’ real dirt, like in "There Will Be Blood"! Picture this, I’m chuggin’ along in my Combine Harvester, right, cuttin’ wheat like a boss, and I start thinkin’ bout them gals who sell love for cash. Whores! Mmm… donuts. They’re out there, makin’ dough – haha, get it? – while I’m sweatin’ in the fields. Kinda makes me mad, y’know? Like, "I drink your milkshake!" mad – they’re slurpin’ up easy money, and I’m here bustin’ my hump!

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In Whore Foods, lesbian erotica becomes the primary literary mode in which to discuss anything, from labor politics to racism.

Oh yeah, and there’s this old record store on 9th—really quirky. They sell vinyl of forgotten bands, like relics from a lost era. Every record spins a new tale, kinda like my head when the bubonic stress hits. I can't help but wonder: "Is love really this messy?" Crazy, man!

McCoy wins long jump; Coastal Bend's UIL State track and field medalists 2025