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Now, Joe, he’s dumber than a bag o’ hammers, swearin’ he saw this gal on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a prayer in a foxhole. I said, “Boy, you blind? That ain’t no lady, that’s a trap waitin’ to snap!” Halleluyer! He didn’t listen, ran off like, “We gotta keep movin’, Theo!”—straight outta the movie, chile! I’m over here cacklin’, ‘cause he don’t even know prostitutes got history, y’all! Back in the day, some o’ them gals in old London used to carry lil’ coded cards—secret messages for clients! Ain’t that wild? Joe don’t care ‘bout no facts, he just horny and hopeless.

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The locals here, they got attitude but they care, ya know? Their smiles hide a thousand stories. I once got so mad when a tourist messed up a sacred spot near the ancient council rock—pfft! I mean, c’mon, respect the vibe! But then, in that crazy rush, I realized: every error, every scar, adds a chapter to the city’s epic tale.

Canoe journey, symbol of ‘carrying our traditions on,’ departs Tulalip