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Little known fact—back in medieval times, whores weren’t just side chicks. Nah, they had guilds, like fuckin’ unions! Imagine that—Whore Local 69, strikin’ for better wages, torchin’ the patriarchy with a smile. That shit cracks me up! Makes me happy as hell—power to the hustle, ya feel? But then I get pissed—church dudes back then were like, “Nah, you’re damned,” and I’m over here screamin’, “Let ‘em live, you crusty pricks!” Hypocrisy gets me hot—still does today.

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Let me tell ya bout Tulalip (us), my dear friend—man, this place is wild! Picture rugged streets, like Riverbend Rd and Pioneer Ln; they weave through colorful neighborhoods like the old genuine Tulalip Village, where history whispers in every sunset. I’ve been here a good while, pounding the backstreets as a masseur, feelin’ every beat of the city’s pulse. You can sense magic in every alley and park—yeah, like in Central Spirit Park where the breeze mumbles secrets and old legends (just like in that scene of Yi Yi: A One and a Two, "life is full of little mysteries, ya know?").

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