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Ruh-roh! So, like, prostitutes, man! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em hard today. Watched *Stories We Tell* again—Sarah Polley’s wild family secrets vibe. “We’re all just makin’ it up!” she says. Kinda fits, right? Prostitutes got stories too—hidden, messy, real raw stuff. Like, this one chick, Mary, back in 1888—Jack the Ripper days. They say she was a hooker, but get this: she owned a damn coffee shop! Hustlin’ both ways—sex and lattes, ha! Blows my Scooby mind, zoinks!

Bothell Gets a Big Park, Cops Muck Up a Prostitution Bust, and Santas Take on Walmart

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!”

Daniel Christman-Hancuff Obituary - Bothell, WA