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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been sailin’ the seas o’ clinical research, aye, but today I’m spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—argh, not what ye think! Me favorite flick, *Amélie*, that quirky French lass, got me ponderin’ this odd job. Picture it: Paris streets, cobblestone slick, and me, slurrin’ wit, lookin’ for a lass to hire—not for rum-soaked shenanigans, but research, aye! “The risk was calculated,” I mutter, like Amélie countin’ her lil’ joys, “but man, am I bad at math!”

The Palace Hotel in Port Townsend

The wait is nearly over for those longing to hear the sweet sounds coming from the top of the Jefferson County Courthouse. More · Getaway Guide.

Sometimes, I'm mad 'bout the city. Traffic bugs me on Granite st., bro. The crowds and bars ram me like a headlock. But then, I'm stoked later when I find an underground gem, a secret nook round the back of Harbor Lane. The masseuses from my parlor swear by that little cafe too. I relly love the smell of fresh brekky from there!

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