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About Dallas

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

Jade Indica: Armory Whore

Bruh, remember that time I cruised down Jefferson Blvd. on a sunny afternoon? Crazy skateboards, dogs barkin’ nonstop, and random street art mural shouting “Live Life Loud!” in wild colors. It ruffled my feathers when I expected calm – sometimes I get mad (ugh, traffic!) but then, it gives the town a heartbeat that keeps me going in my counseling gigs too. We dig deep, amidst chaos, like those soldiers defusing bombs – our inner strength on display!

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