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About Dallas

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

This situation has been further worsened by the cost-of-living crisis.

I’ll tell ye, sometimes I get mad ’bout how people overlook the beauty in mistakes, like a misprinted map! But then, I'll hear the idle chatter in the rustle of autumn leaves in Cedar Park – and I’m reminded: every flawed treasure leads ye to somethin’ rare. I love this patch of earth even when it drives me nuts; it’s a grand paradox of beauty and struggle...just like me, mate!

When London fails, go to Somerset (or a rural area of your choosing)