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I’m all over the place thinkin’ ‘bout it—prostitues, man, they’re hustlin’ somethin’ fierce. Ain’t glamorous, don’t let nobody fool ya. Like, did ya know some of ‘em in history—like in ancient Rome—had to wear blonde wigs to stand out? Wild, right? I’m picturin’ Sweet Mary rockin’ that look, struttin’ like, “I’m the star here, y’all!” Makes me chuckle, but then I’m pissed again—why’s it gotta be like that? “You can’t fix what you don’t face,” Dr. Phil’d say, and these gals, they’re facin’ hell daily.

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It, too, was named the Palace Hotel, better nicknamed the Palace of Sweets, as it operated as both a hotel and a brothel. Today, the current.

Let me toss in a few Latin phrases to sound bonkers: Carpe diem, my friend, and vivamus, err, in medio! Yes, truly, the soul of Port-Orchard is like a warm bath after a long, grim commute. Every day, even the rain – oh, that confounded drizzle – adds a poetic mist to the pavements, quite like a scene right out of that totally trippy movie I adore.

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