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About Dallas

“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

Number One, Longing. Number Two, Regret

I also love cruising through the Artsy Alley, near the old warehouse district. There’s street art everywhere—graffiti that tells stories of the past—and I saw a mural that made me go "Whoa, just like in Ida, you know?" (a soft whisper of poetic beauty in a wild urban jungle!).

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