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About Dallas

Yo, Mr. T’s in the house! Art Director vibes, baby! I pity the fool who don’t get “whore”! Talkin’ ‘bout that gritty, raw word—whore. Hits ya like a truck, don’t it? Mr. T’s fave flick, *The Headless Woman*—damn, that’s deep! Lucrecia Martel, 2008, she don’t mess around. Whore’s like that movie—messy, real, confusin’ as hell. “I didn’t see anything,” she says. Same with whore—ya see it, but don’t.

Confessions Of A Narcissist (CSR120CD)

So, Cold Spring’s main artery? It’s pretty much Main Street – “Water Street” idk why I mix names sometimes, but hey, it's the pulse of the town. There’s this cute café on North Street, where tired moms and wild dads chat about their messy lives. Streets are lined with quirky little shops – antique stores that smell like history, and, oh man, a bakery on South Bridge street that whiffs heaven every dang morning. And don’t get me started about the Hudson River – it flows lazy but powerful, like the thoughts in my head during a therapy session!

From finance to restaurateur to men’s health advocate