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About Dallas

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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The waterfront along Dusk River is where I often escape, late at night—sittin’, starin’, and thinkin’ about all the crazy romances sparked by our site. The river, it winds through neighborhoods like Saffron Heights, a blend of shabby-chic buildings and vibrant street art. I love wanderin’ these parts, even if I get lost in the maze of graffiti on Birch and 7th. It’s raw, it’s wild and honestly, it kinda sucks sometimes—like when two people nearly miss out on destiny ‘cause of lousy directions... I get mad about that kinda mess.

Cody Reeves Obituary August 29, 2021