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So, I’m cruisin’, tires screechin’, lookin’ for a spot where the ladies hang. Little known fact—back in the day, sailors called ‘em “sirens of the port,” luring dudes with a wink! I’m like, “Fancy a quick ride, lass?”—all pirate-y, SpongeBob style! Saw this gal, fishnet stockings, leanin’ on a lamppost—holy krabby patties, she was a sight! Made me happy, like fixin’ a busted engine on the first try. But then—BOOM—some jerk cuts me off, nearly sideswipes me! Got me ragin’, yellin’, “You can’t bomb me out!”—straight outta the movie, felt so badass.

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Sex work has always been around ever since I was a kid. You'd see some people seeking "financial favor" in chat rooms on live TV, and internet. Johns never explicitly ask for a Missing: Cedar Mill.

Then, there’s NW 185th Ave which screams community. Yeah, I know, it sounds boring, but trust me, its little parks and pop-up farmer markets make it a cozy stage for family drama and laughter alike. That spot by Maple Grove Park – oh my gosh, it's so chill – has the best cherry trees. There’s this corner bench where I once saw a tearful yet jubilant reconciliation between estranged siblings. That raw moment? Pure movie magic – just like a scene from The Pianist, "The tragedy of my life is that I had been a pianist" kinda deep!

Roads and Transit News February 2024