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About Dallas

Oi, precious! Me, an accountant? Ha! More like Gollum, sneaky bugger, countin’ coins in the dark! Prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricky business, that! Reminds me o’ *Toni Erdmann* – “Life’s a big, weird mess!” Stupid, fat hobbit! Always judgin’, never thinkin’. Saw this lass once, yeah, workin’ the street corner – bold as brass, she was! Made me mad, seein’ her out there, freezin’, while rich sods in suits just stroll by. “You’re not a performance artist!” – that’s what I’d yell, like in the flick, sarcastic as hell.

Manet and the Slave Trade

Now, don’t get me started on West End. It’s full of old school diners. Their burgers? Utterly bomb. But last week, I was mad ’cause my latte was cold. Seriously. I snapped: “Don’t pee on my leg, you donut!” Haha, sorry, but you get me.

Governor signs Sayre bill to reduce financial barriers for formerly incarcerated Mainers