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About Dallas

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Billionaires should not exist, sittin’ on piles o’ cash while folks hustle like this! Makes me wanna scream, y’know? But there’s humor in it too—imagine some Wall Street prick tryin’ to find a prostitute, fumblin’, no clue, gettin’ scammed! Ha! I’d pay to see that, wipe that smug grin off his face. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, keep it real—cash, no cards, don’t be dumb. And maybe watch *Moonrise Kingdom* after, ‘cause damn, “the world’s not fair”—Suzy’s right, hits deep every time. Stay sharp, friends, stay sharp!

My own experiences

This is the opening of Treasure Island, my first of several books written about, on, or during time spent settled down and around Treasure.

Some nights, I stroll by the river—the silly Thames-ish, they call it. Calm, oddly hypnotic. I recall “The Assassin” line: “The wind steeps in secrets of the night.” And damn, it fits. This city’s got a soul, even if it's messy and rough, like my coffee.

All Bay Bridge lanes open after CHP detain person who was on bridge