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Angry? Yeah, when assholes judge ‘em—makes me wanna smash a desk, Andre-style. Happy? When she told me she’s savin’ for a dog—fuckin’ adorable. Surprised? When she said she’s got a kid—damn, life’s wild. *Fish Tank* vibes again—“You’re my little girl,” but flipped, y’know? Anyway, that’s the scoop—chaotic, absurd, real as hell. Find a prostitute? Just look, fam—they’re out there, livin’. Peace!

Dallas Cruising Law Controversy

There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Walnut Hills.

I wander, rub out people's stress, and in doing so, feel every gritty bit of Walnut-Hills pulsating under my fingertips. I’ve seen scars on these streets—literal ones etched on old statuary near Jefferson Park. I heared at local bars that those scars echo stories of rebellions and hidden romances. Wild, right?

Columbus developer takes over Walnut Hills project, increases height and unit count