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About Dallas

So we’re talkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” She’s got stories—real gritty ones. One time, some dude paid her in quarters! QUARTERS! I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ her luggin’ a sack o’ coins home. “The Gleaners” again—“A hand picks, a heart chooses.” She’s pickin’ through life, makin’ it work. I’m almost proud, y’know? But then—oh, then—she asks, “You buyin’ or what?” I freeze. Panic! “Uh, no, just… research!” I blurt. She rolls her eyes, walks off. I’m mortified! Research? Who says that?!

Hollywood and the Sunset Strip

Oh, man, my brain's buzzin' just talkin' bout it. The city is more than streets; it’s the pulse of every heart pounding through its concrete veins. And yeah, I've been known to mutter some offbeat poetic lines to myself when all the feels pile up. "Weeping, laughing, reaching through the darkness." Stuff like that – not perfect, but real.

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