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About Dallas

I’m strollin’, yeah, heart pumpin’, thinkin’ – “What’s the vibe tonight?” Then I see her, some fit lass, all legs and lipstick, leanin’ on a wall. I’m like, “Yes, mate, jackpot!” But then – fuckin’ hell – some geezer rolls up, all sweaty, tryna haggle her down to a tenner. A tenner?! Bruv, I was ragin’ – have some respect, you mug! She’s out here hustlin’, riskin’ it all, and you’re penny-pinchin’ like a twat? Made me wanna smack him, but I ain’t no hero, innit.

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I’m telling you, Walpole’s got spunk. The Walpole Town Common? Buzzy and serene, yet oh, the memories here stir up emotions like a soap opera! Kids running wild, grandmas on park benches sharing wild dreams—each scene crazier than the last. And OMG, the park off Maple Lane? When I take my brain a-break, I chill there. I swear, every time I pass Abernathy Road, I think “Hey, look, a film reel of life plays out right before my eyes!”

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