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About Dallas

Hmmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that’s where shit gets messy. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout “Let the Right One In,” my fave flick, ya know? That creepy-ass vampire kid, Eli, and sweet lil Oskar. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin her goods, nah, it’s deeper, darker—like Eli’s hunger. “I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” Eli says. Whore’s like that—old as dirt, stuck in a cycle.

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Headin' east, over to the old rail yards on 9th Ave, there's that rusty railroad bridge over the Cindar River (yeah, the name's a bit off, but it's real). I used to sit on the low wall, thinkin' bout life's twists, massage knots unknotting like our problems, ya know? Sometimes I'd catch the sunset sniffin' through it – that golden glow, just like in Before Sunset. "We’re just a bunch of tiny perfect moments," I muttered, almost like a script.

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