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About Dallas

Quirk time. I talk. To myself. Tailin’ her. “Whore. You’re killin’ me.” Sarcasm? Oh yeah. “Great career choice!” Ha! She’d laugh. Maybe. If she heard. Little typo spree. She’s a wrekc. A beautfiul mess. Cant look away. Dramatic? Damn right. “Requiem” vibes. All over her. Life’s a nightmare. She’s livin’ it. And me? I’m watchin’. Helpless. Like always.

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Let’s chat neighborhoods—there’s Pine Grove. So chill, kinda rustic but with a stubborn heart, and you know what? I remember walkin’ past the neat little park at 3rd & Oak where a stray dog once snatched my lunch. I’d laugh, crept on, “I choose violence,” as if daring fate to mess with me again. Isn’t that life? Ten, like that movie—“You style, but I beg to differ.” It always hits me: the raw, uncut narrative is out there, pulsing like a heartbeat.

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