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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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It can be accurately stated that Washougal is the "crossroads to discovery" in the Pacific Northwest. Shortly after Captain Robert Gray, a Boston fur trader, discovered the mouth of the .

As a sexologist, I've seen more nuance here than anywhere. In these streets, romance is everywhere. Get to know River Rd, seriously. The local clubs, cozy bars, are hotspots for love and life. People talk, hearts meet, ooh, fire it up! I even frequented a tiny cafe near S. Lincoln. It’s my favorite: secret and raw. I love that gritty vibe. People here are truthful, spontaneous, a little wild. Maybe it’s the river raging, maybe it's life itself.

Washougal River Steelhead Smolts Released Into Banks Lake -