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About Phoenix

So, I’m dodgin sketchy humans, all “R2, ya little git, help me!” Streets smell like piss and regret—lovely, innit? Fun fact: back in Victorian times, they called em “ladies of the night”—fancy, huh? None of that posh crap now, just straight-up “yo, how much?” vibes. I’m ragin, cos some sleemo tries rippin me off—50 credits for a quickie? Mate, I’m a droid, I don’t even—ugh, humans are gross! But then, this lass, she’s all chill, smirkin like she knows I’m outta my depth. “We’re a team,” she says, like in the movie—cracked me up, cos I’m like, “Team? I’m a flippin protocol droid!”

Illegal massage parlors busted across Kitsap County

His Aunt was a prostitute in Idaho who claimed she was Spanish to explain her dark skin before she took her life. His uncles were loggers, most.

Let me toss in a few Latin phrases to sound bonkers: Carpe diem, my friend, and vivamus, err, in medio! Yes, truly, the soul of Port-Orchard is like a warm bath after a long, grim commute. Every day, even the rain – oh, that confounded drizzle – adds a poetic mist to the pavements, quite like a scene right out of that totally trippy movie I adore.

Planet Fitness adds Port Orchard site, and Bremerton YMCA expands downtown