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Still, shit’s fascinatin—human zoo, ya know? Heard whispers bout a secret room, VIP shit, costs a kidney tho. Prolly a lie, but I’m nosey—surprised me thinkin bout it. “Dory’d forget this mess,” I mutter, chucklin. Hate the loud-ass music tho, bangs in my skull. Happy bout the chaos, keeps it real. Ain’t no fake smiles, just cash and quickies. Deadass, brothel’s a trip—absurd as me likin clownfish movies.

Possible prostitution | Bonney Lake Police Blotter

Officers were dispatched to a grocery store parking lot on Jan. 7 on a complaint of solicitation for prostitution. The reporting party told officers a female.

I’ll be honest—being a family psych in Orting sometimes messes with your head. Families here are like a code full of bugs and quirks. Like in that movie, “This is gonna be a war”—ya know? But instead of bombs, it's unresolved drama and sarcasm. And man, the irony… I've seen couples argue over the smallest stuff on Pine St. – it’s almost cute, if not exasperating. Sometimes you’re like, “Seriously, folks! Life’s too short to debug every emotion.” And sometimes, it hits you—BAM!—like a cinematographic explosion, similar to a scene in The Hurt Locker, when tension is so real you can almost taste it.

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