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Dunno, man—prostitutes, they’re like *Memento*. All mixed up, livin’ for now, forgettin’ yesterday. “How can I heal if I can’t feel time?”—that’s them, precious. Blows my mind, how they keep goin’. We hates it, tho—the dirt, the danger, the fuckin’ sadness of it all. Makes me wanna claw somethin’, y’know? But damn, they got stories—wild ones, precious!

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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!”

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