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About Dallas

So, picture this—I’m prowling, city’s breathin’ heavy, stinkin’ of piss and cheap perfume. Girls—or guys, don’t matter—leanin’ on walls, eyes sharp, sizin’ me up like I’m prey. I ain’t mad, tho—takes guts to stand there, freezin’ your ass off, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Respect, y’know? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I spot this one chick—red heels, ripped fishnets, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Reminds me of the movie’s lake—calm on top, chaos underneath. She’s got that vibe.

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The name fits Sectonia, but doesn't necessarily mean she's literally that creature. It doesn't mean she was a prostitute or that she was using.

Neighbourhood-wise, ya gotta check out East Kirby. It’s quirky, man! The buildings there got character—graffiti, murals, you name it. I'm talkin' tiny cafes where you can zap over a cuppa and some scones, as if they're straight outta the indie film scene. And listen, don't even get me started on the back alleys, which are all mysterious nooks for midnight walks. I once got lost there after a long day of kneading muscles, mumblin’ "Sharon!" every now and then as I fumbled around.

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