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Me, Joey Tribbiani, I’d stroll in, “How you doin’?” Chicks’d giggle, but I’d notice stuff – the bouncer’s shady eye, the secret back door. Always a back door, man! Ever hear bout the Wild West ones? Saloons with upstairs “rooms” – cowboys stumblin’ up, drunk as hell. One time, this madam, Big Nose Kate, she ran a joint, punched a guy out cold. Badass! I’m shocked, like, “Whoa, lady’s got guts!”

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Your heart would break to know how many girls are "rescued" in such raids only to end up back in another brothel within the year, because.

Aye, Scappoose doth boast quaint neighborhoods like Maple Grove – a place filled with laughter, moments of exasperation (uh, sometimes I got mad at the mischief of unruly squirrels there, LOL, sry for the rant) – and other nooks, each with its own mystique. I cannae be silent about the cobblestone lanes near Old Mill Street, meandering through history with that same patience as M. Gustave's famed concierge routines. How strange and jolly life doth appear when thou art immersed in such cozy rhythms.

4A football semifinal: Marist Catholic smothers Scappoose