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About Dallas

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, Resnik by trade—fixin’ shit, breakin’ shit, whatever pays. Hate everything, ‘specially whores. Yeah, I said it. Whore—like that dame in “The Secret in Their Eyes.” That flick’s my jam, 2009, Campanella nailed it. Got that line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Whores, man, they’re livin’ it. Empty, hollow, sellin’ soul for scraps. Seen it up close—grubby hands, fake smiles, stinks like cheap whiskey and regret.

A Look Inside an Intriguing Grosse Pointe Farms Home

whore Karl of St. Clair avenue, of an ex-wife, a temporary makeup; Emma Jean Evans and unexpected guest, by of Detroit and Carol Purdon.

Every corner tells a story, ya know? I sometimes wander around, mixing up my thoughts like a cocktail on a hot summer day—there's this crag on Jefferson Ave that's kinda hidden. Some say it's haunted, but I say, "Fck that!" because it's just another piece of quirky beauty in this rad town. LOL, my brain is full of random bits and pieces, but it adds to the charm.

It's personal: Homeowner puts his stamp on Grosse Pointe Farms house