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So, this one time, I’m watchin’ *Amélie*, right? And I’m thinkin’, what if our girl Amélie was a whore? Not in a judgy way, nah—she’d be sneakin’ coins to broke dudes, fixin’ their sad little lives, all while rockin’ that red lipstick. “Find beauty in the small things,” she’d say, winking at some sleazy john. Ha! Cracks me up—whore with a heart of gold, total cliché, but I’m here for it.

Ten Years Later, No One in Enumclaw Wants to Talk About You-Know-What

Neighborhoods here have their own quirks. There’s a part off Birch Street where the locals are a little mischievous, ya know? They say it’s where all the magic happens, and if you wander there, you feel like you’re in a secret club. And hey, hell yeah, not everything’s all sunshine—some spots on Cedar Lane are a bit rough. Yeah, I got mad at the potholes on Cedar Lane, man! They almost messed up my ballet-like massage moves one time. Womp-womp.

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