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About Dallas

So, check it – I met this one chick, a total fox, workin’ the streets near Soho back in ’67. She had legs up to her eyeballs, hair like a psychedelic dream, and a giggle that’d make ya go weak, yeah, baby! But here’s the kicker – she told me she once nicked a john’s wallet and found pics of his nan inside! Can ya believe it? A geezer payin’ for a shag while clutchin’ granny’s snaps – far out! Made me laugh so hard I nearly lost my mojo, man! “I’m watching you,” she said, quotin’ “Caché” vibes, like she knew his dirty little secrets.

Remembering Ann Richards

She taught us all so much — she was a great campfire cook. Her wit was a constant delight. One night on the river on a canoe trip, while we all.

I do kinda ramble, silly me – oh gosh, so many twiste… twists and trips, all over this quirky life! Ivins, (us) is like a puzzle where every street sign tells a tale, every park bench holds a laugh or a secret tear. It’s all messy and beautiful.

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