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Ever wonder who’s callin’ shots? Not the dames, nah—some greasy boss upstairs. Surprised me first time I clocked it. Thought them gals owned it all—ha, nope! Reminds me of Christian screamin’, “All you need is love!”—sweet, but bullshit in a brothel, hun. Money’s king there, always is. Oh, and fun fact—Victorian chicks hid cash in their corsets! Sneaky, right? Bet they winked at each other, countin’ coins.

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I remember this one day on River Rd. when an old couple disputed about which park bench was “the chosen one” for sunset therapy. I nearly choked on my coffee, laughing at how passionately a piece of wood can unite or divide. I mean, c'mon! Only in Orting, right? The vibe is lo-fi, but with infinite depth. The quirky, everyday turbulence makes you feel like you're living in some real-time, low-budget emotional action movie.

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