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About Dallas

Alright, picture this, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, your wise ol’ librarian, sittin’ here ponderin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, whores, with that word rattlin’ round my skull like a loose penny. Voice low, gravelly, warm—like I’m spillin’ secrets over whiskey. Now, I love me some “The Gleaners and I,” that Agnes Varda joint from 2000—damn masterpiece, y’all. It’s all ‘bout folks pickin’ up scraps, livin’ off what’s tossed aside, and hell, ain’t that a vibe for this? Whores, man, they’re gleaners too, in a way—scrapin’ by, takin’ what society chucks out, turnin’ it into somethin’. “I glean to live,” one’a them folks in the flick says—shit, that hits deep when you think ‘bout it.

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The city's streets? Total adventure. Strolling down Hermes Blvd, I always get this pulse—it’s like every bit I code feels alive in the stories these streets whisper. I once ran into a fellow coder near Innovators' Park, and we ended up debating if love is an algorithm. Yo, logic and romance so messed up, I was like "damn, this is too Blue, Warm... err, Warmest!"

Another large protest held outside migrant shelter at Staten Island’s former St. John Villa Academy