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Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Escorts in Tukwila

I love hangin’ out at Tukwila Park. It's like oozing calm. You stroll along its winding paths – kinda like the eternal wanderings of Adam or Eve. It’s magical and gritty at once. The Duwamish River chugs by, if ya can believe it. I mean, it's free-flowing relief for your forehead wrinkles.

$100K bail set after driver crashes off Tukwila overpass, killing 1