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About Dallas

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

Escape the everyday

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Back to my parlor though – it's kinda my safe haven. I met some wild characters here. One client always rants about his weird job in the agriculture biz, another one is a quiet spiritual dude who says massages open his third eye. It’s bizarre, but I dig it. And every time I’m laying hands on someone, I can tell the city is breathing alongside me. Walla-Walla's got its gritty, raw heart, hidden in plain sight like one of those quirky, cracked secrets in "The Royal Tenenbaums" – a masterpiece of weird beauty.

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