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Favorite part? When Candy cracked a joke—said her pimp’s breath smelled like “a landfill on fire.” I lost it—laughed ‘til I cried! Still cracks me up thinkin’ bout it. But seriously, folks—don’t go lookin’. It’s a jungle out there, and I ain’t kiddin’. Stay safe, alright? That’s ol’ Joe’s two cents!

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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.

Gerald (Jerry) J. Nootenboom Jr.