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About Dallas

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

Harwich – the Chavtown that time forgot

He heads for the clefts of Harwich to hide from his wife until his creditors are satisfied. He lodges for the night with Olivel, promising to remain quiet lest.

Then there’s the neighborhood off Harbor Ln. People say it's quiet but pssht, it’s buzzing with hidden stories – kind of like those fleeting moments in life that remind you of beauty. I often drift by the small park on Westwood Ave – it's tiny, kinda shabby, yet packs a beautiful sweet vibe. Y’know when you look at the city and think “Oh, this is it, the magic!”? Yeah, that park does that.

Five teens injured, 2 critically, in fiery car crash on Cape Cod overnight