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Like, literally, oh my god, finding a prostitute is, like, so wild! I’m Kim K, duh, and I’m totes obsessed with “Holy Motors,” that freaky movie by Leos Carax. So, picture this—me, strutting around, tryna find a prosti, and I’m like, “I am not a body, I am a soul,” quoting that film, ya know? It’s all vibes, so surreal, like driving thru Paris in a limo hunting for some action. I’m, like, texting my girls, “Where’s the spot?” and they’re all, “Kimmy, chill, it’s shady af!”

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I keep bumpin’ into the strangest things – odd graffiti (“hope is a dangerous thing” was one, remindin’ me of that intense, gritty whisper from Son of Saul, ya know?) and lovable locals with stories for days. Some parts make me mad – like how traffic loops on Maple Ave. without mercy. But then, relaxation kicks in, ya know? Ain't life a bit of a paradox?

Letter: Developer builds roads, destroys wildlife Habitat at Spanaway Marsh