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This one time, heard bout a prossie in Paris—true story, swear—worked near them old catacombs. Freaky vibe, bones n tricks all mixed up. She’d tell clients, "Cash first, or u join the skulls." Badass! Made me laugh, thinkin she’s got guts. Prolly smoked Gauloises, too—stubs everywhere. Little fact: some old-school hookers used cigarette burns as code. Signals for danger or somethin. Nuts, right?

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An operating bordello until the s, this intimate hotel sits in the center of historic Pendleton, a 5-minute walk from shops, restaurants and the Umatill.

Faverite quirks? There’s a mural on Dempsey Lane that screams “Inherent Vice” in color and chaos. It makes me think of life’s random, messy beauty. I always chuckle, “Whoa, dig that, man!”, thinking about the twisted humor of our little town. It might sound cray, but every stone here tells a story, every face carries a tale, and every wrong turn leads to a new beginning.

James Richard Pendleton Obituary January 23, 2025