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About Dallas

The trails? Sketchy AF. Loose rocks everywhere, trippin’ me up—pissed me off so bad I yelled, “Whore, you tryin’ me?!” But then the sun hits, golden light spills, and I’m cheesin’ like a damn fool. It’s bipolar, fam—half the time I’m cussin’ it out, half the time I’m in love. Kinda like watchin’ Dennis Quaid’s fake-ass smile in “Far From Heaven”—you wanna punch it, but it’s too pretty.

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I gotta mention Wilson Park – my secret haunt. Sit on that creaky bench near the duck pond and spill your guts. It's raw, like biting into a lemon when you expected a cookie. There’s this hidden trail that I discovered one pissed-off day; its off-road vibes reminded me of that line in "Ten": “Everything is ephemeral.” (Sounds deep, right?) I swear, one day the trees whispered, “Don't trust love.” And I laughed, 'cause hell, it’s true!

Deadly shooting in Prince George's Co.