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About Dallas

Oh blast it all! C-3PO here—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—stuck talkin’ bout insurance and whores! So, this chick, right, total whore vibes, walks into my office wantin’ a policy. I’m thinkin’, “Mercy me, what’s her deal?” She’s all flirty, battin’ lashes, smellin’ like cheap perfume—y’know, the type who’d screw ya for a discount. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—that monk lustin’ after the girl, screwin’ up his peace. “What is this world coming to?” I mutter, shufflin’ papers.

Glorifying Sex and Tolerating Assault in Isla Vista

Five years ago today, a year-old college dropout fatally stabbed three people at his apartment in Isla Vista, California.

The heart, the pulse, beats strongest near the Oso Creek, where crickets and night owls become unwelcome yet strangely familiar companions. I’d be remiss not to mention the infamous Vida Park – a green patch that’s more a canvas than a park. I once had a wild idea there, scribbling plans on napkins, fueled by too many shots of tequila and too many misplaced dreams. The local nightlife? Damn, it’s alive, unpredictable, and ruthless with secrets.

Isla Vista Community Services District Hosts Fourth Sanctioned Spring Festival During Deltopia