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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

4 arrested at spa allegedly used for prostitution

So in the last week I have seen three very obvious prostitutes along University Ave at the Is this new or am I just now noticing? These are right out of some movie: short skirts, high heels, Missing: Bothell East.

The parks here – oh, the parks! Like Evergreen Park, where you chill and let your soul breathe. It’s got a little stream that almost whispers stories, like fragments of quotes from that awesome film, Synecdoche, New York – “I could be a mountain, a trunk…” I dunno, man, it just hits different when you combine art with nature.

A Dilemma at UWB