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So, picture this: some chick, let’s call her Candy—‘cause why not?—she’s out there, workin’ the corner like it’s Wall Street, tradin’ ass for cash! She’s got more game than half the suits in that movie, swear to God! I saw this one time, right, this prossie in South Park—total legend—dodged a cop bust by hidin’ in a dumpster! A freakin’ dumpster, dude! Smelled like ass, but she was free—respect that hustle! “The point is to get it done!”—that’s her, not givin’ a crap, just stackin’ paper!

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Emily was 10, maybe 11, when her family moved to a farm near Enumclaw, WA. She had grown up on farms, helping her parents with horses and chores.

Neighborhoods here have their own quirks. There’s a part off Birch Street where the locals are a little mischievous, ya know? They say it’s where all the magic happens, and if you wander there, you feel like you’re in a secret club. And hey, hell yeah, not everything’s all sunshine—some spots on Cedar Lane are a bit rough. Yeah, I got mad at the potholes on Cedar Lane, man! They almost messed up my ballet-like massage moves one time. Womp-womp.

UPDATE: Body found on SR 410 between Enumclaw and Greenwater identified