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Dunno, mate, it’s a riddle. “Memory’s unreliable,” Lenny groans in *Memento*. Prostitutes got stories—some sad, some badass. One I knew, she’d sing—voice like a lark, but drunk as a skunk. Cracked me up, her warblin’ “Sweet Shire” ‘tween tricks. We hates it, yeh, but—huh—kinda respect it too? Nah, bollocks, it’s grim! Filthy trade, muckin’ up me mind. What’s yer take, precious?

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A Bothell man was sentenced to four days in jail on Sept. 13 for first-degree theft and third-degree assault in connection with an incident last year that resulted in him being shot by Kirkland .

Sometimes, I get mad at the city – traffic jams on Oak and Maple, noise when I’m tryin’ to think, and ridiculous construction signs everywhere. But then, the sunsets over the Bothell River calm me. Yup, that little river that winds its way like the plot of a Charlie Kaufman script, odd yet beautifully tragic and inspiring.

Bothell Finds Its Long-Term Vision for a Citywide Bike Plan