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About Dallas

Alright, mate, lemme spill it—whore, yeah? Bane growl incoming, “You merely adopted the dark.” See, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout that word, "whore," and it’s messy, ain’t it? Like, it’s been slung around forever—oldest job in the book, they say. Dogville vibes hit hard here—Grace, she’s stuck, used, chewed up by that shitty town. “The weak must suffer,” Lars’d say, right? Whore’s the same—people judge, but don’t get it.

How Do You Get There?

Lemme share some secrets – I drink to forget, then linger at a quirky dive-bartopia on Birch St. It’s off the beaten path. The bartenders are quick with a joke, and the locals got stories that can launch ships. The vibe? “Perfection is an illusion,” as Margaret hinted, with every clink of a glass.

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