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About Dallas

Y’know, in Amsterdam, they got windows—red lights, girls posin’. Legal, even! Blew my mind, precious, seein’ ‘em strut like queens. Not skulkin’ like us hobbitses. Made me happy, sorta—freedom’s nice, ain’t it? But here? Pfft, coppers nab ya quick—sneaky bastards! Once saw a bloke hagglin’, voice all shaky— “This ain’t no ranch!” I yells in my head, snortin’.

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I got my quirks, too. I always get a bit mad at the potholes on Birch St – they’re stubborn, like bad dates that just refuse to go away. But heck, they make for great stories later. And I get happy watchin’ the sunset off Harbor Point. That sky? Pure poetry on a budget!

‘Stepping into another’s shoes’ is usually a metaphor. For Timothy Gantt, it was a gift