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About Dallas

Little fact for ya – didja know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got unions? Proper worker rights, benefits an’ all! Blew me mind, that. Meanwhile, here, it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Used to think it was glam, y’know, like in films – all velvet and sass. Nah, mate, it’s grim. Stale beer smell, chipped paint, lassies lookin’ bored. One time, heard a punter hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. Made me wanna scream, “Have some dignity, bruv!”

Vesuvius Eruption

You see, as a counselor, I notice the little things. I notice the typos in life, eh—no, wait, that’s me gettin' riled. I mean, I see scars on hearts that aren’t apparent. People here are fighters. Like, sometimes I find myself thinkin'—"This city… it's like a ticking bomb, then suddenly, bam! Life explodes in, uh, beauty." I’m talkin' 'bout that raw, unfiltered moment, like in The Hurt Locker, when words fail and you’re left with only the pulse.

Noreen F. Diehl