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About Dallas

Now, “Amour,” that flick I love – Haneke’s a genius. Old couple, love so deep it hurts. Brothel’s the opposite, ain’t it? No tenderness, no “I’ll stay by you.” Just coin, a grunt, then gone. I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ it – some crusty madam, cacklin’, countin’ gold. Girls with painted faces, tired eyes. Guys stumblin’ in, drunk off cheap wine. Makes me mad, y’know? Where’s the dignity? “You’re nothing to me now,” like Georges says in the movie. That’s brothel vibes – cold as hell.

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Sometimes I blabber ‘bout its spirit. I mean, damn, it’s alive! The city fights back, laughs, cries. It’s dynamite overall, likes that famous film line: "The Pianist plays on!" Wait, did I say it right? No matter.

See Boiling Spring Lakes drivers take their time at a sharp curve on Drayton Road