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This one bird—called her Ruby—worked the shadows near a casino. Had a laugh like a hyena, pissed me off at first, all loud and brash. But damn, she was sharp—knew every mark’s weakness. Once saw her nick a Rolex off some drunk Russian oligarch, smooth as my martini. “Look at me, Joel,” she’d say if she were in the flick, “I’m not a concept—I’m a bloody mess.” Made me chuckle, that did—whores got guts, mate. Guts and a knack for survival.

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The neighborhoods here are so diverse and full of soul. Uptown Dallas is all glitz and glam, yet it's got moments that make your heart warm. Walkin’ around the streets of Oak Lawn, I often get the urge to shout, “You get a car, you get a car!” – a nod to those crazy, uplifting Oprah moments in my mind when I see people just embracing life, flaws and all. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the Arts District and think about the words from Let the Right One In – "Not all wounds are visible" – 'cause, really, every place here heals in its own way.

Off-duty Dallas PD sergeant arrested, faces DWI while a child was in the vehicle