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About Dallas

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Cherry Hills Village; Denver’s Celebrity Neighborhood

The river, mmm, the Cherry Brook, flows along the quaint east side. Rushing water, oh man, it's like liquid mystery. I often sprint over its little stone bridge (yup, it's called Bridgeview Rd.) just to feel that mind-blowing vibe that time-warped city energy. Imagine my shock when I first saw hidden murals tucked away behind a row of industrial lofts in the old quarter. Darn, left me speechless, and kinda emotional too.

CHV 75th +1 Anniversary Celebration & Picnic