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About Dallas

So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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Now, let’s be real. There’s this spot on Riverfront Park. It’s nothing fancy, but for me it reminds me of those long nights coding swipes, dreams and junk and heartaches. I mean, on some evenings I walk there with a pizza in one hand and a dream for true love in the other. And all the while I mutter “Whoa... so fucking real.” It’s the city’s heartbeat, you kno?

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