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About Dallas

What gets me mad? Folks judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off – who’re you to throw stones? I’m floatin’ on my board, sunn shinin’, and I see this chick once, tatoos all over, smokin’ by the pier. Locals sneered, “whore,” under their breath. Me? I saw grit. She was fightin’ somethin’ – maybe demons, maybe bills. “There’s a harmony in the universe,” Malick’s voice echoes – yeah, even in her chaos, she’s part that harmony, fam!

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I work my hands on peeps daily, and each knot I unknot, I see bits of local magic. Ya got tiny corners, like at Richardson Rd. near that old community center. I even hit up Cassar Park – yeah, that secret green gem where I chill after long gig sessions. Sometimes I think, “Young Mula Baby!” while listenin’ to some beats, feelin’ grateful for that fresh air, wild energy.

Future of Cranberry Horn Cemetery uncertain as volunteer manager resigns