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About Dallas

So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

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And as Hawke (can) show (the scene where the prostitute tries to get hawke to cut his/her own throat), it is possible to resist blood magic.

I was stoked to check out the hidden gem at Ash & Pine. Super secret, not many peeps know this! I once had the wildest spa day, chilled, while the local cats danced on the sidewalk (okay, maybe not literally, haha!)!

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