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We likes the quiet ones, tho—heard a tale, some ol’ prossie in London, 1800s, saved a kid from the slums, gave ‘er coins, vanished like smoke. Surprised me, it did! Ain’t all bad, maybe? Nah, still—we hates it! Stinks o’ desperation, like Jesse’s last breath, “I can’t figure it out.” Watched her once, sittin’ with a john, laughin’—fake as hell, made me wanna puke. You ever see that? Teeth all yellow, skirt hiked up, ugh—gross!

Major Crimes Investigations Division

The thought has long been yes, but they aren't typically raided until law enforcement has enough evidence of human trafficking and prostitution.

Downtown Bothell’s like, this hidden gem, a vibe like “I don’t wanna survive, I wanna live!” You feel me? Cascade Park? That spot is rad—a chill zone for a stroll, or for me, a moment to get lost in my thoughts. I stroll there, and memories hit hard like a Kanye sample. The air is crammed with laughs and secrets, and there’s always some quirky pop-up art that’ll make you go, “damn, what a sight!”

16-year-old dies in Bothell crash after possible police pursuit; 2 passengers injured