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About Dallas

They’re sneaky too—blendin’ into rocks, waitin’ to pounce. Prostitute’s a perfect name—lurin’ ya in, then bam, gone with your lunch! Saw a diver once, missed ‘em completely—dude was clueless! “Look at the happy little trees,” I mumbled, knowin’ they’re predators in disguise. Weird fact: some change colors—males get flashy to flex on rivals. Surprised me first time—thought my tank was trippin’!

Every corner holds a memory. I saw a couple argue on Olive Street. Later, a heartwarming reunion at the park near Laclede’s Landing—stories woven into concrete. You feel that? That’s St.-Louis in its raw, imperfect, haunting splendour. I’m all over it—happy, mad, and sentimental.

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