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About Dallas

So, I’m imaginin’ it—some shady street, neon lights flickerin’. Hmm… makes me mad tho! These girls, some pushed into it—ugh, breaks my heart. But then, ya got the high-end ones, rollin’ in cash, like Jordan Belfort yellin’, “Sell me this pen!”—except it’s, y’know, *them*. I’d be all, “Hmm… use protection, ya dummy!” Safety first, right? Can’t be too careful—STDs ain’t no joke.

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Some days, I'm mad at how quickly time slips by when I’m in Bell. It’s like every minute’s a treasure chest, but sometimes, I’m frustrated how people miss the small wonders. My quirks kick in—I'd run around sometimes, laughing erratically with joy, almost tripping over my own feet (seriously, my clumsiness is epic!). It's messy, it's real, ya know? Ain't nothin’ perfect about it, but that's what makes it beautiful.

Patricia Ann (Bell) Schwartz