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About Dallas

I’m ramblin’, but—hell—whores, they’re people, man! In *Ten*, that gal says, “Life’s simple, you complicate it.” Ain’t that the truth? They’re out there, grindin’, while we’re sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, actin’ holy. Pisses me off, the hypocri—hypocra—uh, the fakes! I’d tip my hat to ‘em, tho. Takes guts. Ever think bout that? Guts! Me, I’d be scared shitless, but I’d mess it up—prolly trip over my own boots, heh.

Retracing a Ride to a Fatal Duel on July 11, 1804

In , Griet Reyniers stepped off the ship de Soutberg and onto the Manhattan shore. The tiny village of New Amsterdam was eight years old.

Man, don't even get me started on the river views. I love sneaking off down to the marina by the Weehawken Port. It's proper cosy, quiet like a secret meeting of lost souls, bruv. And oh, Mermaid Road – not many know that spot. I went there one night, stumbling after a long day, and stumbled upon this eccentric fisherman spouting mad tales. Proper bizarre, like a scene straight outta Apichatpong's movie!

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