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I’m tryin’ to channel *Almost Famous* vibes—y’know, “It’s all happening!”—but it’s chaos! She’s quotin’ prices—50 bucks for this, 100 for that—and I’m like, “That’s what she said!” every time, ‘cause I’m an idiot. She rolls her eyes—fair. But then she softens, “You’re weird, but kinda cute.” I’m shocked—me? Cute? “I’m incorrigible!” I yell, quotin’ Penny Lane—total dork move. She’s confused, “What’s that mean?” I’m like, “Uh, awesome?”

Prostitution in our city’s hey-day

I swear, this town is rad. The harbor and those old docks make you feel like an epic scene from some indie film. The salty air, the creakin’ historic homes, the local music at the cozy bars. Sometimes, I get overclouded, you know? Emotions surgin wild, like waves crashin on the beat-up pier. It's a love-hate kinda ride, man, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

How one skater flipped the switch for Port Townsend