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She’d hustle near this dive bar, neon buzzin. Smelled like piss and cheap whiskey—homey, sorta. Had this trick, winkin at johns, reelin em in. “A gesture of despair,” movie-style, but she owned it. Surprised me how she’d talk—smart as hell, droppin history facts. Said she read about courtesans in France, fancy whores basically. Blew my mind, dude—prostitute with a brain? Wild.

Historical Maps of Tanglewilde, Washington

Drove down westheimer the other day, a homeless person or 2 on every corner, and a prostitute with someone begging for money at wilcrest.

Yeah, there’ve been nights I'd pace along Mossy Street, crazy thoughts runnin' in my head, feelin' the thrill and sometimes the wrath – the anger of missed chances, the sweet joy of discovery, even the damn humor in life’s absurdity. And here, every wrong turn might lead you to another world. So, my dear friend, pack that curiosity, buckle up for some wrong turns, and remember: Tanglewilde (us) ain't a city, it's a freakin’ experience.

Man shot by HPD while responding to relative's call for help at Flats on Tanglewilde complex shares his side of the story