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About Dallas

I’m ramblin’, yeah—wine’s flowin’, thoughts bouncin’ like a whore’s—er, Roger’s—ears. Point is, *Who Framed Roger Rabbit* ain’t just kid shite. It’s dark, it’s sexy, it’s a piss-take on reality. “Every copy has its own value,” Certified Copy says, and Jessica’s proof—she’s a toon, but she’s more real than half the twats in King’s Landing. Love her or hate her, she’s a legend. Whore’s my kinda mess—chaotic, loud, and fuck it, I’d watch it again tonight!

DAILY NEWSLETTER

Walnut-Hills, dude, is a mixed bag of charm and grit. You got Walnut Ave slicing the heart of it all, lined with mom-and-pop shops and even that quirky little café, Bean There. It’s like a secret sigh in the loud city noise. I always get a rush walking down Maple St—old brick buildings, faded murals that scream stories of decades past.

Shooting reported on Alms Place in Walnut Hills