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About Dallas

Pisses me off when she yells over my tunes. Like, chill, babe, let the music breathe! But damn, she’s funny – calls my violins “fancy toothpicks.” Sarcasm drips off her like sweat. Happy tho, ‘cause she’s real, y’know? No fake bullshit. Surprised me once, showed up with a rose. A rose! For me! Said she nabbed it from a grave. Dark humor, man, love it.

Cold Stone Creamery

Dream Catcher Artistry adorned the bride with gorgeous hair and make up. Also, her dress was a Mikaella at Paloma Blanca while the bridesmaids whore dresses.

Lomita’s got hidden jewels too. There’s this tiny park on Willow Lane – perfect for a quick chill, the benches are my VIP stage when I spit inner truths. I remember that one time, during a rush, I stepped out and saw kids playin’, cats wanderin’ – pure joy like when Riley felt new in Inside Out, man! Life’s full of simple wins, ya feel me?

Contaminated groundwater found beneath Lomita homes