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A chunk of Harry Hines Boulevard in Dallas that smells like old farts, urine, and hopelessness. It’s where hookers, junkies, and people who think they’re cool hang out.
I passed da slab and almost threw up in my car.
Da slab is like a dumpster fire that won’t stop burning.
I saw a guy eating a shoe on da slab. That’s not a snack, that’s a crime.