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About Dallas

Fun fact—hoar’s old-school, like medieval vibes. Name’s from Old English, “hār,” meanin’ gray—like my cat Meredith’s fur, lol. Bet peasants back then were like, “Yo, check this icy bling!” Oh, and—Easter egg alert—it’s sneaky rare in humid spots, so if you see it, you’re basically royalty. I’d wear it as a crown, tbh—Queen Tay of the Hoar Woods!

Deacon Gladys Roscoe Hooker

Driving the Hubble's Bentley, Reacher makkes his way back to the police station where he sees that someone has spray painted the word "whore" on.

The city's got surprises, mate. You step off on Hawthorne Ave and bam! Little coffee shops pop up like hidden treasures. Legend says one of 'em makes the best hazelnut brew in town; I don’t know—maybe they use pirate magic, savvy? And oh, the graffiti on the underpass near Dockside Lane gives a nod to rebellious art. A bit edgy, a bit mad—but that's Roscoe for ya!

Obituary for Dale A. Wieman