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About Dallas

Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

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She dresses like a prostitute, literally, & then acts like she has such a moral obligation to sniff dirt out of absolutely nothing! If she does.

Haha, and guess what? I had a client who claimed he could hear whispers from Kirby’s Pond. Like, seriously? “I must break you!” he shouted his awe. I laughed my arse off – such nonsense, but maybe there’s some magic here.

Cleburne council meets Tuesday