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About Dallas

What surprised me? How chill she was, man. Thought it’d be all sketchy, but nah—she’s tellin’ me bout her cat, Mr. Whiskers. A prossie with a pet? Hilarious! I’m picturin’ her in fishnets, feedin’ a tabby. Groovy twist, baby! Tho, gotta say, the pimp thing pissed me off—slimy tosser, ruinin’ the mood.

A spectrum of sexual exploitation

I gotta say, my work roots me to these streets. I see tension in the quiet, and joy in the chaos. That familiar park bench by Ember Park? It's like my confessional booth, a witness to my inner drama. And look, sometimes it feels too poetic, right? Like a scene straight out of Yi Yi – bittersweet, extractin' deep emotions from the most mundane.

I made Meghan Markle's spring garden pasta salad. It wasn't the quickest dish, but all my friends loved it.