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About Dallas

“No capes!” I say again, coz it’s my thing. Dave don’t get it, but I’m seein’ it clear – hookers got no flair, just hustle. Kinda admire that, lowkey. No fuss, no frills. But it pisses me off too – world’s so screwed up, people gotta sell themselves. Haneke’d nod, all grim, “The sin is in the silence!” Yeah, deep shit.

Plus, two cats are drowned at a construction site and Boston air is as dirty as a cigarette.

I might be ramblin’ a bit—sorry, friend, my brain goes wild sometimes! But trust me, Wrentham is like a treasure hunt, full of surprises around every wee corner. I’ve got about, err, 11 typos in my heart, LOL… but that’s just part of the vibe, ya know? Every street, park, and coffee haunt tells a story.

Rockslide shuts down lanes on I-495 south in Wrentham