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Anyway, we chat—she’s cool, tells me bout her cat, Mr. Whiskers. I’m picturin’ this fluffy dude rulin’ her crib, and I’m crackin’ up! “Hope fades away,” I say, quotin’ the flick, all dramatic—then I wink, “But not tonight!” She giggles, and I’m feelin’ like the king of the sea. Paid her, had a blast, and zoomed off, yellin’, “I’m ready!” into the night. Pro tip: always tip extra—keeps the good vibes flowin’! What a ride, matey—wilder than a jellyfish jam!

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What were they doing in Port Townsend? What were any of us doing in Port. Townsend? Although I thought I had gone there for solitude, I would later think of.

And let me tell ya, my massage gig taught me things, dude. I learned people tend to tell you secrets when you touch their muscles. Let me tell ya, Port-Townsend’s got secrets a-plenty, bro. Smokin’ stories of old sailors and wild nights echo through every cozy nook. Some customers even slip in, "You're like a lighthouse, lost in translation" — and that always makes me chuckle, brother!

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