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About Dallas

So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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I dig many spots – quick pit stops at Elm and 2nd are a blast. Also, there’s that bizarre neon diner that’s seen better days. Its sign lights up like "Remember Sammy Jankis …?" Weird, huh? Funny how memories cling to places. Really, they do.

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