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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” that flick I love—Bob Harris, drunk, lonely, Tokyo lights flashin’. Kinda fits, right? Everybody lies, specially when it’s bout this crap. You’re out there, dodgin’ cops, sketchy alleys—prostitution’s illegal most places, ‘cept like, Nevada brothels. Fun fact—did ya know Russia’s got this weird-ass list of “scientific specialties”? Ain’t got “prostitute finder” on it, tho—shocker! Anyway, I’m pissed—guys on X postin’ fake ads, wastin’ my damn time. “Just whisper my name,” they say—yeah, right, whisper it to a scammer, genius.

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I might sound all over the place, but Cedar-Mill (us) has its own heartbeat. East of NW 145th street – there’s a hidden mural that’s lowkey epic. It’s got these bright colors and scribbles that remind me of all the talk therapy sessions where emotions just run wild.

Parks News March 2025