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I hit this sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. This chick’s there, leather skirt, smokin a cig. I go, “Yo, you workin?” She’s all, “Depends, you payin?” Classic! I’m laughin—love the hustle. Reminds me of Scarlett’s line, “Do you think I’m pretty?”—same energy, testin me. I’m like, “Girl, you’re a cosmic trap, I’m caught!” She smirks, I’m HAPPY as hell—found my vibe.

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I’ve been here for years, seen folks and fortunes change like seasons. Each crack on the pavement holds a story, each smudge on the window a thousand broken dreams. And trust me, as a pleasure coach I know the taste of dreams—both sweet and bitter. Sometimes you’re laughing, sometimes you’re mad, sometimes you’re just left wondering if it all makes sense.

Subject swipes golf simulator, business cards and flask | Mercer Island police blotter