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So, this one time—true story, swear it—I’m in Soho, late, pissin’ rain. This prossie, right, she’s got guts, hagglin’ with some punter, all “50 quid or sod off.” Laughed my arse off—balls of steel! Little known fact: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? Poetic for a gritty life. S’pose I admire ‘em, in a way—tougher than most spies I’ve met.

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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!”

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