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What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ ‘em—like, chill, they’re survivin’! Spirited Away vibes again—“You’re not human!”—people yellin’ that crap at ‘em. But hell, they’re human, just stuck in the muck. Makes me wanna scream, “Get off their backs!” Happy bit? Some get out, flip the script—boom, new life! Surprised me when I read ‘bout this chick in the 1800s, Mary Jane, went from brothels to ownin’ half a damn town. Talk about a power move!

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**Donald Trump and Elon Musk think this country belongs to them.** Bainbridge Island is fighting back! They're taking everything they can get their hands on—our health care, our data, our Missing: prostitute.

Bainbridge is a tapestry of moments, all stitched together with flirting glances and poetic disasters, ya know? Every soggy sidewalk, every neon-lit diner, echoes that slow, bittersweet melody. And every time I think, “I’m just a visitor, wandering these nostalgic alleys,” I feel both mad and happy – because here, even as a sexologist, I find endless lessons on love and desire.

Bainbridge Voters Give Fire Levy Resounding ‘Yes’