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About Dallas

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ thru some sketchy alley, lookin’ for that neon glow, right? Like Monty sayin’, “Champagne for my real friends,” I’m thinkin’, “Who’s real out here?” You gotta feel it, man—anger boilin’ up when some dude tries rippin’ you off. Fifty bucks for what?! Nah, bro, I ain’t that desperate! But then—BOOM—ya spot her, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’ like she owns the night. Happy as hell, I’m like, “This is it!”

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Now, speaking of my work—as a counselor who’s seen the wild spectrum of human emotions—I find that these streets have a way of inspiring growth. I often meet women in the cozy little café on Sunset Blvd. They share their deepest stuff with me and it reminds me of scenes out of Brokeback Mountain; "I wish I knew how to quit you" kinda feels like the silent battles people fight here. But then, like, sometimes you find their resilience, which is just awe-inspiring. R2-D2, where are you?! Seriously, the way these souls fight their own battles is so moving.

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