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About Dallas

Love how they don’t flinch. Candy’d say, “Work’s work, darlin’.” Straight-up *White Material* energy—“I’m not leaving.” Makes me happy, that fire. They’re outlaws, rebels, fuckin’ poets in fishnets. Next time you pass one, think Darth Vader, bro—there’s a story there, dark and dope. *Heavy breathing* I am your father.

Railroad Confidential

I ranted, “What’s the deal with noise on Main St.?” cuz sounds offin control half the time, but it realy adds character. I luv my walks along Riverwalk Dr. sometimes, swearing at random squirrels cuz they’re so damn cheeky.

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