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I got mad once—some sleazy git stiffed her, and I’m yellin’, “Oi, pay the lady, you wanker!” She just shrugged, said, “Happens, love.” Cool as ice, that one. Surprised me how tough she was—like Saul, y’know, pushin’ through hell. “I won’t give up!” she’d say, half-jokin’, half-meanin’ it. Made me happy, seein’ her fight. I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s got mojo!”

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prostitution and other seamier aspects of Port Townsend society down through the years. The home in question actually had been occupied by a.

I swear, this town is rad. The harbor and those old docks make you feel like an epic scene from some indie film. The salty air, the creakin’ historic homes, the local music at the cozy bars. Sometimes, I get overclouded, you know? Emotions surgin wild, like waves crashin on the beat-up pier. It's a love-hate kinda ride, man, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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