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About Dallas

Lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – back in the day, like Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with razor blades sewn in their skirts! Proper stealth, fam! Ain’t that wild? I’d be ragin’ if some bird sliced me pocket while I’m tryna buy a chop. Makes me wanna shout, “Submit to my will!” like that nutter in *Zodiac*. But nah, they’re just tryna eat, same as me – respect the grind, innit?

4.12 The nave west wall: Pride or 'The Whore of Babylon' (north side: upper compartment)

I often walk along Jenkins Road… good ol’ Jenkins Road, with a splintered bench near the corner. I sat there once—feelin’ mad, angry, then happy, all at once. Sh*t, it was bizarre. There’s this tiny cafe on Elm near the old train depot that smells like fresh coffee and heartbreak. People come in, spill their guts, and, uh, I nod like.

Raoul De Keyser: Touch Game