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So, findin a prossie ain’t rocket science – hit the dodgy end of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re bout to die. Saw one gal, smokin a ciggie, lookin bored as fuck – I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin?” She nods, all casual, like I’m buyin chips. Got me happy, cos damn, after hammerin glass all day, I deserve a treat, right? But then – fuck – some creep in a van rolls up, yellin at her, and I’m ragin! Who treats a lass like that? Wanted to smash his windshield, Dr. Evil style, *pinky-to-mouth*, “One million dollars… of pain!”

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Sometimes, I get mad at the city – traffic jams on Oak and Maple, noise when I’m tryin’ to think, and ridiculous construction signs everywhere. But then, the sunsets over the Bothell River calm me. Yup, that little river that winds its way like the plot of a Charlie Kaufman script, odd yet beautifully tragic and inspiring.

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