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Alright, listen up, jabroni! I’m Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson – Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” – and I’m the Master of the Forest, so I’m gonna lay the smackdown on this topic: whores! Yeah, baby, we’re divin’ deep into the wild, untamed woods of this convo, and I’m bringin’ my fave flick, *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, into the mix. Picture this: me, stompin’ through the trees, sniffin’ out the truth like a damn bloodhound, and suddenly – BAM! – I’m thinkin’ ‘bout whores, and not just any kinda whores, but the classy, mysterious ones, like somethin’ straight outta Wes Anderson’s playbook.

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Now, let’s talk landmarks! There's the Seward SeaLife Center, where the cephalopods roam free and fish gossip as if you were in a secret council – or so it seems. I love the pier near the fishermen's wharf – a perfect place to ponder life's big questions. Also, a hidden gem here: a wee coffee nook on Elm Street, where the aroma of roasted beans mingles with sea salt, zinging through the air like a burst of my favorite film’s lines – "I’m not human, I’m more sublime," or something equally marvellous.

Kim Seward