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About Dallas

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

The Prostitute

Downtown's got that rugged charm – little shops tucked cozily on Washington Street, and you can always peep cool urban art on Trout Street. I get ya lost in the maze of side-streets, but hey, it's part of the charm. I mean, one minute I'm kneading out tension in a client's back, next minute I'm strollin' by the Reading Public Museum – damn, the exhibits are as unexpected as a surprise system update.

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