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So, real talk—where do you even start? Back in the day, like pre-internet times, you’d cruise sketchy streets, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ you don’t end up in a ditch. Fun fact: in old-school NYC, the meatpacking district—yeah, where all the fancy boutiques are now—used to be hooker central. Blows my mind! Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, coded ads. You’re scrollin’, thinkin’, “Is this legit or am I about to get catfished by some dude named Gary?” Makes me wanna scream—half the time I’m pissed at how shady it gets, half the time I’m laughin’ at the absurdity.

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What were they doing in Port Townsend? What were any of us doing in Port. Townsend? Although I thought I had gone there for solitude, I would later think of.

You get some weird spots too. Like a tiny alley off McKay st., hidden but with local legends. So many characters from wild nights and mellow rubdowns drop by my shop. I'm always surrounded by eccentrics with deep secrets and dreams. I even met a retired champ there who whispered, “This place, it’s like floating in time, dude,” much like our fave movie vibe, brother!

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