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About Dallas

So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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The town center—damn, it’s got its quirks, just like me. Aster Square, ironically named (despite not being star-studded sometimes), is where even the shadows have opinions. I've had moments there where I felt like I was in a movie, like Brooklyn—"the soul can be a refuge" kinda moments. Sometimes when I’m walking at night, I convince myself every whisper of the wind is a baaackstory from the past. Booooring? Nah, always an adventure!

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