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Guy at the door, greasy mustache, smirkin’. Wanted to punch him square. “Ten bucks, big man,” he says. I hate payin’ for sin. Walked in anyway, curiosity’s a bastard. Red lights, velvet curtains – tacky as hell. Felt like a circus for perverts. Girl comes up, winks, “Hey, sugar.” I hate winkin’. Told her, “I’m here for the steak.” She laughed. No steak, just lies. Made me wanna burn it down.

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We recently bought a house that was built in , neighbors says it was called “ The Orting Hotel”. I guess half of it burned down a long.

Look, Orting ain’t perfect—traffic can be whack on Main St., and sometimes the rain feels like it’s plotting a group therapy session on you. But all that chaos? It’s what makes this town so damn lovable. Overall, the data points show that amidst small-town drama and bursts of Einstein-level quirks, there's a heartbeat. When things go boom, as they sometimes do, remember the line, “This is the real deal,” cuz it might just be your next great therapy moment.

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