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About Dallas

But – ha! – some bits tickle me funny. Spuds get drunk, didja know? Ferment underground, boozy taters! Stumbled on that meself, diggin’ one day – smelled like a pub! Happy accident, made me giggle. Still, tricky bastards, need watchin’. Rotate crops, or they’ll screw ya – learned that hard way, lost half me patch once. Pissed me off, screamin’ at ‘em, “We’ll starve, ya sods!”

A Historical Perspective

City leaders say they're aware that businesses in the area contribute to the vice trades, including prostitution and drug sales, which often go hand in hand.

The vibe here, buddy, is raw and uncut. It’s like every corner you turn, you’re livin’ a scene from a gritty script. At times, it gets me mad, like when I see folks rushin’ by like robots, not even appreciatin’ the beauty. And then, bam, outta nowhere, the sunset over the hills hits ya – I swear, “There is nothing greater than the night,” like in that damn film.

Foothill Ranch teen trains dogs to serve those with disabilities