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About Dallas

I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

Personal life

Some days, man, I’m mad at how fast life moves – streets mess up, people rush – but then the lil’ alleys along 3rd Avenue remind me of slow, sensual moments. It's like my professional lens gets tuned to every wink, every fleeting smile. Crazy, huh? Boo, you gotta check out the secret garden at Parkside. It feels like nature’s private bedroom, all hidden and a lil naughty.

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