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I’m roamin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like a monk lost in that movie’s hospital scene. “Is it here? Is it there?”—shit’s elusive! Saw this chick, thought, “Jackpot!” Nope, just a lady sellin’ mangoes. Bummer. Yelled, “Gimme a prostitute, not fruit!”—people stared, I didn’t care. Chaos is my fuel, baby! Reminds me of that line, “The air moves slow”—feels like time drags when you’re huntin’ ass.

Cruising...Sapphire Style

I have driven through Bothell and it seems fine. Seems like the the neighborhoods closer to the downtown area are more mature and established with sidewalks.

Now, the vibe – unpredictable, erratic sometimes. I’ve had days when things were so hectic, I nearly lost my marbles (okay, not really, but almost)! When clients come in and share all kinds of wild secrets as I work my magic on their tense muscles, I feel like part of a bigger, askew masterpiece, almost like a scene from that film. It's like, "You are describing every minute detail of your existence!" Crazy but true, eh?

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