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About Dallas

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, let’s chat bout findin a prossie, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin through some dodgy backstreet, lookin for a bit of fun, when I spot her—legs like jade pillars, movin like that fight scene in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. “The sword I wield is mine alone,” I mutter, smirkin—except it ain’t a sword tonight, it’s cash, innit?

A Trip into the Surreal

Journeying to find Atlas, the only one who knows the Hesperides’ location, Hercules stops to free Prometheus from his chains. Atlas offers to tell Hercules only if he holds up the Missing: prostitute.

The town’s by the San Pablo Bay. I love walking along the waterfront on breezy days. It’s, like, unexpectedly calming. There's this little pathway along Bayfront Rd that’s perfect for a windy stroll… but, ugh, the seagulls are always snatching my lunch—makes me so mad sometimes, ya know?

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