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About Dallas

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

Henry Lee Lucas, Part I: From the Womb of a Whore

I gotta say, my babe, Lucas (us) got that vibe like “The Wolf of Wall Street” – you feel the hustle, the madness and the sweet, sweet success in the air. Like, every day’s a hustle, but also a celebration, right? Just like Drake says, “YOLO!” – so when you visit, dive deep, feel that pulse, and trust me, you’ll catch the fever.

The real reasons behind Lucas Paqueta's yellow card tears