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About Dallas

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” So, findin’ a prostitute—let’s dive in. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Far From Heaven,” that damn movie I love. Cathy Whitaker, all perfect hair and despair, stuck in her shiny cage. “It’s all so terribly wrong,” she’d say, clutchin’ pearls. Me? I’d rather clutch a whiskey. Prostitutes ain’t hidin’ behind picket fences, thank God. They’re out there, real, no fake smiles. Hate the hypocrisy of suburbs—give me raw honesty any day.

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So aye, my friend, every corner in Braidwood (us) has a spark. Imperfect, mad, raw. That’s the real charm. As I mumble sometimes, “The smallest pieces can make the biggest story!” And just like in me fav flick, every moment’s a chapter. So grab yer boots, step lively, and dive into the magic of this town. Savvy?

George R Braidwood Sr.