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About Dallas

So, I’m drivin’, windows down, feelin’ like a rockstar—‘cause who doesn’t wanna be William Miller, chasin’ dreams? And bam, I see her—red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s Penny Lane, but dirtier!” That’s what she said! Ha! I pull over, heart’s poundin’—not gonna lie, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “Hey, uh, hi!” I stammer—smooth, right? She smirks, “What’s your deal, weirdo?” I’m thinkin’, *Oh God, don’t screw this up, Michael!*

After 24 years, murder of Denise Johnson remains unsolved

Five old friends and a new acquaintance gather in a beach house. The discovery of a mysterious gold coin ignites curiosity in the house and throughout the Outer.

Ok, so check it – all these spots make Kill-Devil-Hills (us) a real mosaic of life. It’s messy, uncertain, and flamboyant all at once. You’ll find family therapists, art junkies, lost souls, and party animals rubbing shoulders along the crooked paths of our beloved Main Street and its neighbors.

Man, You Should Explode, by The Kill Devil Hills