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A Kenmore massage parlour has denied it's a front for sex work, after the real estate agent next door complained about inappropriate noises.

I know Kenmore small but rich; each block got stories, unique n' raw. Even if street names confuse sometimes – like, oh, where’s Baker? I get it, it's my vibe, ya! The city spins emotions like my favorite movie line, "Nothing's ever simple."

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