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Dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—stylist extraordinaire, no capes! So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like in *Memento*. “I can’t remember to forget you,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout last night’s wild goose chase. Found this gal, right? Stilettos high as my ego, fishnets rippin’ like my patience. She’s all “cash upfront, sweetie,” and I’m like, “Honey, I design, not pay!” Made me mad—those heels were knockoffs! Cheap leather, ugh, disgraceful.

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Cody Paine wasn’t planning to pick up a prostitute, or so he would tell Spokane police. He was just driving along East Sprague Avenue in a borrowed SUV on his way home to Cheney.

Naw, but seriously — the vibe is mad real. Soft river hum in the background, cool graffiti along Sidewalk Lane (hey, gotta check out all that local art, right?) and dusty streets that tell their own story. I remember this one day, I was strolling near the abandoned train depot at Main & Bridge, and I got mad happy 'cause it felt like the heart of an old movie scene — suspenseful an’ full of soul, just like Carol’s quiet rebellion.

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