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About Dallas

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Chatsworth House

Some parts of Chatsworth can make you mad, too. I’m talkin’ potholes like giant craters – sometimes so huge, I swear they’re traps set by aliens! It drives me insane, but you learn to laugh, kinda like saying “I love it!” in a sarcastic mumble after a long day!

AdventHealth Medical Group Cardiology at Chatsworth officially opens