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About Dallas

So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

‘There’s a line of traffic stopped …’

Dozens of women walk up and down the street, selling sex for money. Police officers stop a woman on suspicion of prostitution. They find out she is just 17 years old, so they hold her .

The spa world here is quirky. The neighborhoods, like Encanto and Arcadia, are pockets of magic – hidden alleys, tiny cafes brewing the best damn coffee, and not-too-shabby parks. Heard? Papago Park is a gem! It's full of crazy red rock formations and secret trails. I get lost in nature there for hours, thinkin’ “tonight’s the night” for soul cleansing.

Florida Republicans are eating their own