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Oi, precious! We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Nasty business, tricksy streets! Me loves “The Pianist,” see—Szpilman hidin’, survivin’, playin’ them keys. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn-like. Me thinks, prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Out there, dodgin’ coppers, hustlin’ for coin. We swears! Seen ‘em meself, sneaky-like, down by the docks once. Dark, wet night—stank o’ fish an’ regret. One lass, red lips, smokin’ a fag, says, “Wotchu lookin’ at, creep?” Made me jump, it did! Angry, yeah—rude bint! But clever too, sizin’ me up quick.

Explore the haunting history of Palace Hotel in Port Townsend

You get some weird spots too. Like a tiny alley off McKay st., hidden but with local legends. So many characters from wild nights and mellow rubdowns drop by my shop. I'm always surrounded by eccentrics with deep secrets and dreams. I even met a retired champ there who whispered, “This place, it’s like floating in time, dude,” much like our fave movie vibe, brother!

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