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Rarrgh! So, I’m drivin my tractor, right? Thinkin bout this prostitute I met once. She was wild, man, wild! Hair all messy, like she just rolled outta bed. Reminds me of “The Headless Woman” - y’know, that flick I love? “What did I do?” she’d say, all confused-like, stumblin around. This chick, tho, she had a name - Cherry. Real name? Prolly not, who cares! Rarrgh! Worked downtown, near the old gas station. Heard she once scared off a john with a shoe. A SHOE! Hilarious, right?

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout the parks. Luther Burbank Park is my haunt sometimes. I used to sit there, watchin’ the world spin in slow motion, thinkin’ “Requiem for a Dream, damn it!” Soft whispers of broken promises float with every rustle of wind. And Mercer Slough Nature Park? Man, that place is a wild card. Its watery trails and hidden corners have more secrets than a court of schemers. It makes you think: maybe every pretty smile hides a dagger.

Suspected explosive device shuts down Interstate 90 on Mercer Island