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About Dallas

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, baker by trade, man of few words, and I hate everything. Sex-dating? What a damn mess. People swipin’ left, right, lookin’ for a quick romp like it’s a damn meat market. I’m kneadin’ dough, thinkin’, “Why bother with this crap?” Then I remember *Carol*—that movie’s my jam. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, and hell, that’s sex-dating in a nutshell. Nobody knows squat, just fumblin’ around, hopin’ for a spark.

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From Book 1: The last time she saw him was six years ago, the day that had forever changed her life, and not in a good way.

Then there’s the infamous Oakwood Park. It’s where I come to clear my head, you feel me? I always say “Peace is turbulent, like the murmur of the wind”—or something like that from The Return. Sometimes I wander the narrow rues of Eastwell, little alleys that smell of nostalgia and hard work, kinda like life's sweet paradox.

Wellston neighborhood gets major renovations thanks to federal funding