Elizabeth East Wenatchee Bench Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I get all giddy thinkin’ ‘bout their grit. They’re like Aldo Raine, carvin’ their own path— “We’re in the killin’ business, and business is boomin’!”—except it’s seduction, not scalps. Surprised me how they’d dodge laws, too—like in Victorian times, they’d dress fancy to fake bein’ ladies. Sneaky, huh? Makes me wanna yell, “R2, you seein’ this?!” Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—some’d stash cash in their boobs, ‘cause pockets? Psh, overrated.

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Good populations are found in the Colockum south of Wenatchee, on the Babcock Bench above Crescent Bar and in The Nature Conservancy's.

Now, the downtown scene? Nuts, to be real. Market Street bustles with odd folks and local legends. That street reminds me of Amélie's Montmartre. "Ça me fait rêver," I remember her lines, echoing deep. Even my coding errors seem less painful than a missed beat here.

Brandt takes the bench