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I get mad, yo—pissed as hell! Dudes out here judgin’, callin’ ‘em hoes, but who’s buyin’? Who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, it’s a system, a trap—like the council flat in *Fish Tank*, walls closin’ in. I’m happy tho, real talk, ‘cause some of ‘em flip it—stack that paper, get out, start a lil’ biz. That’s genius, that’s Kanye-level hustle! Surprised me too, fam, when I heard ‘bout this one chick in Vegas—used to work the strip, now she own a nail salon. Dope, right?

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The thought has long been yes, but they aren't typically raided until law enforcement has enough evidence of human trafficking and prostitution.

Downtown Bothell’s like, this hidden gem, a vibe like “I don’t wanna survive, I wanna live!” You feel me? Cascade Park? That spot is rad—a chill zone for a stroll, or for me, a moment to get lost in my thoughts. I stroll there, and memories hit hard like a Kanye sample. The air is crammed with laughs and secrets, and there’s always some quirky pop-up art that’ll make you go, “damn, what a sight!”

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