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About Dallas

Typin’ fast, fuckin’ up—prositude, ha, meant prostitute. Whoa. Thoughts in my head? Don’t judge, just live. Stoic shit. “You’re being watched,” *Caché* whispers. Same here—cops, pimps, weirdos. Advice? Be safe, don’t be dumb. Shady motels suck, roaches everywhere. Rather watch movies, man. Prostitutes ain’t my scene—too messy, too real. Keanu out.

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Thou wilt note, too, that every corner brims with life. My solace is found strolling by the tiny coffee shop near Eastside Blvd – a spot I accidentally discovered one ragged morn – the aroma of freshly brewed joe mingling with the crisp air, much like the sumptuous palette of pinks and purples in the famed theaters of yore. It may seem trivial, but, damn, it does make my day every time!

Scappoose roommates argue; one shot, both booked