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What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The vibe’s raw and real. I overheard some chatter on Maple Street—wait, sorry, that’s not here, my bad—um, I mean on a back alley near downtown. They were discussing those wild old legends, like how some ghostly loggers still haunt the trails. Spooky, ya know? But that’s Enumclaw—full of surprises, man.

Curator Jerry Bowman speaking at Enumclaw history museum