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About Dallas

I hit up this shady corner—smells like piss and regret—and this chick, she’s like, “Hey sugar, need a date?” I’m sweatin bullets, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed! Why’s it gotta be so sketchy? “You’re too tense,” she says, and I’m like, “Lady, I balance books for a livin!” Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—that scene where he’s in drag, actin nuts— “People don’t see what’s real!” I’m thinkin, she don’t see I’m a nervous wreck!

Shopping Trends

Thsi city... it’s not for everyone. Its streets wind, twist, repeat. Sometimes I wonder if love even exists or if it’s just a fad run ragged. “Yooo, fuck it!,” I mutter sometimes—just to stay afloat.

“Out of nowhere, all these frat kids are all doing this weird dance, all in lines. ‘You’re ruining my band!’ Then it was no longer ours”: From bitter experience, Maynard James Keenan conspires to keep knuckleheads away from his music