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And you know what? I’m always tellin’ my pals: Washougal, they're geniuses. Every block, every twist is surprising, so real, so raw. I love how even our local library on Maple is a chill place. Smudged lines on its entry? Crazy, but endearing. Took a chance there, met local artists, learned a thing or two about love.

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