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About Dallas

D’oh! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, where do ya even start? Mmm… donuts. I’m picturin’ it now—me, stumblin’ round Springfield, lookin’ for some action, prolly trippin’ over my own feet. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, ya know? That flick where Jesse’s all, “I keep thinkin’ bout ya,” chasin’ love in Paris. But me? I ain’t chasin’ no deep romance—just a quick “hey, how’s it hangin’?” with some gal who’s seen more streets than a freakin’ map.

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I even discovered a hidden café on Oak & 3rd. It’s quirky, got old vinyl records and mismatched chairs. Sometimes I get so caught up in the calm, I forget the city’s hustle, think “Life be mysterious like that movie, yes?” People there are weirdly beautiful, all quirks and deep jokes.

Michael Stephen “Steve” Rogers, age 64, of Cave Spring