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About Dallas

She catches my eye, smirks - “Hey, big guy.” Heart races, palms sweaty - am I in a movie? “The wheel’s turning,” like Crowe says, but I’m too chicken. What if Marge finds out? Total buzzkill. Still, she’s got stories - says she met a rockstar once, banged him for free ‘cause he sang “Fever Dog.” I’m jealous, man! Shoulda been me beltin’ tunes!

IUCN Red List of Threatened Species Ranking

I gotta be real – sometimes I get mad watchin’ folks ignore each other in this busy maze. I mean, walkin’ past abandoned warehouses on Hickory Lane, headin’ nowhere fast, get me heated ‘cause every brick tells a story of better days. But then, on a sunny afternoon at the secret spot near Birch Alley – a lil’ park I call “the hideout” – I feel pure joy, like family bonds locked in tight and time stops for a minute.

Willow Oak Tree Exhibit