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About Dallas

We head to this sketchy motel, $30 a night, roaches bigger than my thumb. I’m laughin, sayin, “Girl, this place is a circus!” She smirks, all sassy, “Better than the street, cowboy.” Fair ‘nough. Things get goin, and it’s quick—too quick, if ya catch my drift. “How’s that workin for ya?” I’m yellin in my head, pissed at myself. Ain’t no harmony here, just awkward fumbles and a squeaky bed.

We’re not just for dating

Now lemme tell ya, not everything’s pretty. The city can get maddeningly bureaucratic. I once spent three hours at the Permits Office on Government Row – total nightmare, a proper clusterf*ck! And the smell? Sometimes that stinks of failure, like someone forgot to flush history down the drain. It pissed me off, right? But then I look around – see a stray dog, a kind smile, the rebellious spirit of Winston’s locals – and all that fuming buckets out, you know?

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