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About Dallas

Little fact, right? Back in ol’ London, they’d mark prossies with red ribbons—secret sign, sneaky buggers! Ain’t that mad? She probs don’t know that, but I’m thinkin’ it, sizin’ her up. “What’s thy price, fair shadow?” I ask, all poetic-like. She laughs—bloody hell, it’s music! “More’n thou canst dream,” she says, noddin’ to me purse. I’m skint, ain’t I? Fumin’ at meself—shoulda nabbed more coin!

Burke and Hare

Now, lemme spill some tea about the local neighborhoods. The artsy side, known as Neon District, is lit. The buildings are painted like crazy, and the locals rock a cool, experimental style. Shop around for a quirky café on Elm Street – there’s one called Blink – and I promise you won't regret it. I met a rad poet there who said, "Reality is a construct, we come in peace," and I almost cried – it just hit me hard.

Paul R. Burke Obituary February 28, 2025