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About Dallas

I’m ramblin to ya, buddy, cause it’s wild—Great Scott!—how folks pick this life. Freedom, maybe? No boss breathin down yer neck? Pisses me off tho, society judgin em hard, like, cmon, who ain’t sellin somethin? Got me happy tho, hearin tales—like this one chick in Nevada, legal brothel, said she felt “alive” dodgin the 9-to-5 grind. Surprised me, sure, but then I’m like, yeah, makes sense! “Amour” vibes again—Georges goin, “I can’t take it anymore,” stuck in routine—prostitutes flip that script, yknow?

Melvindale

Man, Melvindale is wild: busy, quirky, full of surprises and flaws. Its streets bend and twist like our tangled lives, so frenetic sometimes I nearly dropped my code. One minute I'm mad as heck at busted traffic lights on Elm, next I’m all smiles at a random party in a friend's garage. It’s erratic, chaotic, and oddly beautiful—like a scene straight out of drama, a raw remix of truth and art.

Suspect wanted in fatal shooting of Melvindale police officer taken into custody