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About Dallas

Me, I’d rather grill meat than deal with people. But prostitutes? They deal with the worst. Drunks, weirdos, “I want my fantasy!”—Joe’s line fits. Takes a spine, man. Ever think ‘bout that? I didn’t, ‘til now. Hate everything, sure, but that grit? Can’t knock it. Now, pass me a whiskey—talkin’ ‘bout this wore me out.

Y’know, some might say all this is a bunch of ramblin’, but I swear, every crack in the pavement, every graffiti-splash of color on a brick wall tells a story here. It’s raw, imperfect, lively. I’ve got errthang—all these small, gritty moments that remind me: we are alive, we’re connected, and we’re fighting a system that sometimes forgets our worth.

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