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About Dallas

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

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Yo, listen up, motherfer! I'mma tell ya ‘bout Pearsall like you ain't never heard before. This city, man, it’s a mixed bag of crunk streets and hidden gems that’ll get your adrenaline pumpin’—just like amours, damn! You got the main drag on Main St. where all the action’s at, and lemme tell ya, my massage parlor near 5th Ave. has seen so many wild nights, it’ll blow your f*ing mind!

49ers rookie receiver Ricky Pearsall watches practice 5 days after shooting