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About Dallas

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—Southern style, Dr. Phil comin’ atcha! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, “whore,” and it’s a dang mess, ain’t it? Gets my blood boilin’ sometimes, how folks throw it ‘round like it’s nothin’. Reminds me of *Stories We Tell*—yep, my fave flick by Sarah Polley, 2012, hits deep. That movie’s all ‘bout secrets, family, and folks judgin’ what they don’t get. “You make memory yours,” she says, and ain’t that the truth with whores? People slap that label on, actin’ like they know the whole dang story.

My view of *Casablanca* (with spoilers, but you’ve seen it already?)

About , an Iroquois mother living near the Bay of Quinte had a very special dream: A messenger came to her and revealed that her maiden daughter, who lived at home, would .

The locals are a mixed bag. Some folks are chilly, i mean, seriously frosty. Others melt like butter on warm toast. Every day brings a new twist. Sometimes I think, “What a world!” and sometimes I just laugh at the absurdity. Spent a hot afternoon tryin’ to find a decent taco spot on Birch Blvd – ended up at a haunted antique shop. Lol, wild times!

Former Hiawatha Happy Joe’s Pizza employees waiting for final paychecks