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About Dallas

Alright, so I’m an insurance agent, right? Larry David here, freaking out, as usual. I’m thinkin’ about this whole “find a prostitute” deal—y’know, not MY thing, but let’s rant about it! Pretty, pretty good chaos in my head already. So, you’re lookin’ to find a pro, huh? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, goin’, “What’s the premium on THAT liability?!” I mean, jeez, the risk! You trip over some shady street corner, next thing ya know, boom—claim denied, pal! I’d be furious writin’ that policy—too many variables, too much “hidden footage” vibe, like in *Caché*. “Who’s watching? Who’s filming this crap?!” I’d scream that at my desk, probly spill my latte.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The Eastside neighborhood, “Velvet Alley” (not an actual alley, but a local nickname, haha) is a slice of counterculture. The side streets, like Jazz Ln and Bliss Blvd, carry that vibe too — secret backdoor speakeasies, hot underground art shows, and spontaneous, heartfelt heart-to-hearts, just like those dreamy confessions in Her’s soft-spoken moments, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.”

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