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Ever hear ‘bout that one in St. Petersburg? 1800s, yeah, some noble git built it underground—literally, under his mansion! Wife upstairs prayin’, him downstairs bangin’. Hypocrisy’s my jam, gets me all giddy. But what pisses me off? The stench—gods, the sweat and cheap rosewater, gag-worthy. Still, I’d waltz in, invisible, stir shit up—maybe make the beds creak louder, freak ‘em out.

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I don't know when it became scuzzy, but it was known for prostitution and also a cruising and drag-racing 'hang out' on Friday and Saturday.

I, a humble relaxation specialist, have wandered these byways for years. Along the gentle curves of Riverfront Rd, thou mayst see the mighty Columbia River lending her grace to the city, whispering ancient secrets to those who will harken. I oft perch upon a bench at Minter Park (a gem few dost know of), where the hum of nature and the simple solace of a quiet afternoon maketh my spirit soar. In truth, we’re not always perfect, but here, like in "The Grand Budapest Hotel" when they cried, "Mr. Gustave, we must be kind, we must be kind!", thou canst find the beauty of being kind to oneself.

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