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About Dallas

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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A memory of Butte's red-light district. The brothel was in operation from to It is a house of secrets, of comradery, and shared experiences.

I feel safe here. Every sunset casts a golden glow on Elm and Maple streets. I often wander just to soak up calm, feelin' one with the universe. Y'know, like "everything essential is invisible to the eye!"

Gross brings home Gold for Dumas