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About Dallas

Alright, mate, lemme growl this out—Bane style. “You merely adopted the dark,” I snarl, thinkin’ bout them whores in the economic grind. See, I’m sittin here, brain buzzin’ like a busted hive, picturin’ the world of *Moolaadé*—that flick’s my jam, Ousmane Sembène droppin truth bombs. Whores, man, they’re the shadow hustlers, ain’t they? Workin’ the edges, cash flowin’ like dirty water. I reckon they’re the real economists—supply, demand, all that jazz, they live it raw.

Alexis Wright and the Zumba Prostitution Scandal

Then there's low-key Raven Brook. Yeah, there’s a river that flows quietly past the old mill on Lakeridge. Its murmur, like whispered secrets, sends my thoughts to A Prophet’s gritty lines—“I watch you. I assess you. I win.” Unbelievble, right?! The river gives you that vibe of surviving every twist, every turn.

Tom's of Maine founders sell historic Kennebunk home for $1.7 million