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Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

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brothel in Scappoose. Best of all, a national magazine wants to shoot it. She thinks she'll wear that vintage jumpsuit she just scored on.

Truly, thou shouldst explore its every lane. Walk down Willow Av, where even the wind sings sonnets to tired travellers. And if thou art in need of profound relaxation, seeketh out the secret grove by Whispering Pines Rd – nay, not many speak of it, but 'tis a haven missed only by fools!

Scappoose softball beats Astoria in extra innings, 3-2