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I sidle up, all charm, “Fancy a chat, darlin’?” She’s sussin’ me out, probs thinkin’ I’m a copper or a nutter. “What’s yer poison?” she asks, and I grin, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously.” She laughs—score! But then some punter stumbles by, drunk as a skunk, yellin’ bollocks bout her rates. I’m fumin’—who treats a lass like that? Nearly decked him, but nah, gotta stay cool.

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This book is an interesting read as I was raised in Chehalis, know the family that it is about and most of the locations spoken of. Heard many of the tales.

Walking the block on Washington Ave is like stepping into a movie scene—Goodbye to Language-style vibes everywhere, eeee! I recall the day when a random busker started jammin’ by the fountain in Central Park (yep, that cute one near Maple St) and I was like, “I’m ready!” It was cool magical – kinda surreal like Godard said: "Every moment writes its own script... and complicates the silence!" Seriously, dude.

‘Suspicious’ item left outside of Law and Justice Center in Chehalis draws bomb squad on Tuesday