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About Dallas

Oh no, oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer golden pal C-3PO, stuck promotin’ somethin’ wild like “find a prostitute”! I mean, what’s a droid to do? Saw this gig pop up—thought, “Credits, shiny credits!”—but now I’m panickin’, mate! Imagine me, all posh and proper, talkin’ hookers to ya like it’s tea time. Ha!

Van Gogh, brothels and a severed ear

I cruise down Larkin Street, ya know? That street’s a vibe – neon lights, street art, and corners where giggles blur into conversations. Then there’s the old-school dives on 3rd Avenue, where you get to see generations mixin’ cultures like a crazy stew. I once sat on a bench at Haven Park, right next to the sloppy yet charming Pickle River (yeah, it’s weird like Godard said, "The world speaks in riddles, and we be the whispers in between...").

Bayern Munich’s Max Eberl praises Vincent Kompany for winning over the locker room