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About Dallas

Ever hear bout the Victorian brothels? Fancy as hell—velvet, chandeliers, the works. But underneath? Filth n despair. Kinda like that movie scene, “It’s done, it’s over,” but it ain’t, not really. Gets me mad, doc, how folks romanticize it. Ain’t no fairy tale—girls get chewed up. Still, some got guts, runnin’ the show themselves. That’s dope, makes me grin ear to ear.

Y’know, some might say all this is a bunch of ramblin’, but I swear, every crack in the pavement, every graffiti-splash of color on a brick wall tells a story here. It’s raw, imperfect, lively. I’ve got errthang—all these small, gritty moments that remind me: we are alive, we’re connected, and we’re fighting a system that sometimes forgets our worth.

A white Christmas? Coeur d'Alene may have to keep dreaming