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About Dallas

Little fact – back in the ‘60s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em. Hookers everywhere – like pigeons, but sexier. True story – cops called it “The Meat Rack.” Grim, right? Anyway – I roll up. Window down. Heart’s poundin’ – am I nuts? She leans in. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. “Hey, sugar,” she says – voice like gravel. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no mitzvah!” – straight outta the film. Laughed in my head – dark humor, y’know?

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I defnitely enjoy my secret hideouts too. One of my fav spots? A tucked-away trail near Elk’s Crossing Park. I wander off the beaten path there, lose myself in the chirping crickets, and it sorta feels like floating in a dream world, like in "Spirited Away": “I feel that I'm already in another world.” Funny enough, sometimes I get lost in thought—misbahvior of my Zen self—and end up rambling on about fate and destiny.

New Hampshire weather school visit: Griffin Memorial School in Litchfield