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About Dallas

So, this one tart, right? Saw her outside King’s Landing—er, some dodgy alley. She’s struttin’, all sass, skirt barely coverin’ her arse. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got guts!” Most blokes’d just leer, but me? I notice the scars—tiny ones, wrists n’ all. Life’s a right bastard to ‘em, ain’t it? Made me bloody mad, that. World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody cares. “Let me in,” she’d say, like that vampire lass, only she’s beggin’ for coin, not blood.

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She focuses on the unmet health needs of homeless women, those who use drugs, female offenders, Gypsy Travellers, asylum seekers and refugees, and sex workers.

My absolute fav? Must be River Bend. You see it? A serpent-like river slithering by Old Town. The bridges there—like King’s Crossing—are sprinkled with tales of past lovers, and fights, and epic breakups. I once met a couple right on the bridge at midnight. Crazy, right? Time -> frozen. It’s like you’re trapped in one of those monk-films I dig. “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – cycles of our lives, man!

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