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About Dallas

What gets me? The smell—sweat, perfume, desperation. Sticks in your nose like bad borscht. Happy? Nah, not my scene—too messy, too human. Surprised me tho, how some girls ran the show, not the pimps. Power’s where you least expect it, da? Like in *Almost Famous*, “I am a golden god!”—screamin’ it, but they’re still sellin’ themselves cheap.

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Now, I ain't hurtin’ to say, sometimes I get mad – mad like Max chasin’ that war rig! I mean, the potholes on Elm ain't fixed in forever! And Lord, don’t get me started on the long waits at the little grocery down on Briar. "Oh, hell naw!" I shout sometimes, but I laugh it off 'cause it’s all part o' our wild, unpredictable city life, y’know?

Suspect on the run after shooting in Picayune leaves one dead