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About Dallas

But, Clarice… she’s a puzzle. Sells her soul, ten bucks a pop. Seen her cry after, wipes mascara, keeps goin. Makes me wonder—why? Got a kid somewhere? Sick ma? Dunno, pisses me off—wasted potential! Coulda been a scout leader, like in *Moonrise*. “Let’s build a treehouse, escape!” Nope, she’s stuck, alley queen. Once found her stash—pills, cash, old photo. Kid in it, hers maybe? Broke my damn heart.

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So, like, in the heart of PClover, there's Market Street. Super busy, yet so charmful, ya know? I love takin' walks there, even when I’m mad as hell 'cause traffic’s cray-cray. "No capes!" I always shout—Edna Mode style, right? And omg, Market Street’s got this cool café right next to Pine Park...er, Pine Park? Yeah, it's a hidden gem with life totes buzzin’.

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