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About Dallas

So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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I was so surprised at how affecting they made Moishe's heart attack. I found myself welling up and liking all these characters again.

Y’know, I see families splitting like broken glass. I’ve sat on a chipped bench in Eastview, listening to plucked souls bleeding quiet confessions. I get mad sometimes – really mad – when facades shatter under truth. The city echoes “a mesmeric strangeness,” like Agnès Varda’s frames dancing by, in slow-motion, dreamy bursts.

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