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About Dallas

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Chapter Twelve

Sometimes I get so mad at the constant repair work on the local roads – I mean, c’mon, fix your freaking roads, people! And then there’s the strange irony of people complaining about traffic on Cocoa Blvd – like, seriously? We’re in a town that embraces imperfection! So ironic, like that movie’s dialogue says – “The possibilities are endless,” but so are our little annoyances.

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