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I peek in, right? Dis one gal, she’s smokin’, legs crossed, lookin’ bored. “He moves through jungle quiet,” like in movie – she’s predator, not prey, da? I tink, “Gru, dis place is bananas!” Guys stumblin’ out, broke, happy, smellin’ like regret. One time, heard story – some fella pawned his tractor fer one night! Tractor! Vat an idiot, I vas dyin’ laughin’. But den sad, yah? Vaste of good machine.

DAILY NEWSLETTER

DALLAS — The problems with illegal sex solicitation have been happening in a neighborhood off Harry Hines and Walnut Hill Lane.

I admit, I’ve had my share of “Zero Dark Thirty” nights—dark, broody, with tension almost as thick as the ghetto coffee I sip at late hours on Coddington. Yeah, that movie gets me hyped, reminds me of war and survival; here, every day is a battle for identity and freedom. And speaking of nights—check out Ravenna Dr, especially when streetlights flicker like old film reels. It’s eerie, yet captivating.

Coroner identifies man found shot in Walnut Hills apartment building stairwell