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About Dallas

So, brothel—deep-sea weirdo, right? Lives way down, like 2,000 feet, where light’s a bloody myth. Got this freaky jaw—unhinges like a Lannister’s morals! Snaps prey faster than I down ale. Little-known fact: its teeth? Retractable, mate! Like a whorehouse bouncer—looks tame, then *bam*, you’re done. Saw one in a tank once—ugly as sin, made me spill my goblet. “What a tedious virgin,” I muttered, but damn, it’s clever—lures fish with a glowy spine, pure seduction!

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Let’s start with Main St. – real gem, if you count dodgy characteristics. You got these smoky back alleys off Elm avenue that hide little clubs where you’ll find all sorts of mistakes in judgment and hidden passions. You walk past Cypress Park – its trees don’t care about your sh**y love life – and the river that glitters under neon lights, though frankly, it’s more polluted than your browser history.

From A Salesperson Straight Out of College, to Current Owner of two Prestigious Auto Brands, Nissan, and Ford, in Different States, This African American Business Owner is Pathing a Way in the Automotive Industry