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Me fave bit o’ brothel lore? Amsterdam, mate—red-light district, all legit, windows glowin’ like a naughty Christmas. Girls rent ‘em, pay tax—proper job, innit? Surprised me socks off first time I clocked it—thought, blimey, Boris, this ain’t Chequers! Even got a union, them prossies—bargainin’ for better curtains or summat. Chuckled me head off—imagine the meetin’s: “More lube, less aggro!” *Veni, vidi, vici*—came, saw, conquered, ha!

Statues going up of coach, cowboy, brothel madam

So, Lake-Stevens is one helluva town. The streets are winding and kinda quirky. Like, there's a rad little park off Maple Drive – yeah, Maple Drive, right next to that old, creaky community center which kinda reminds me of a scene from that movie, all brooding and unsettled. Honestly, that park? Sumthin’ else, with its gnarled trees and chill trails. It always sends shivers down my spine, like echoes of dark memories... I mean, c’mon, reality’s got its own twisted twists.

Man with prior murder conviction charged in Lake Stevens killing