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About Dallas

So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

Early life and education

Back in the day, I used to hustle from one end of town to the other. I remember hustlin’ on Frost Strret during winter, trippin’ over icicles, and laughin’ with the locals. That memory? It's etched in my mind, like a perfectly dark, bittersweet Wes Anderson tableau. Things can be surreal, bold, even a bit cray-cray sometimes.

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