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About Chicago

Hannibal Lecter style, baby—I’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but with her, it’s more like I’d carve her story outta her bones. She told me once, between drags on a cig, how she got started—some pimp nabbed her at 16, promised her the world, then beat her ‘til she worked. Pissed me off, man! I wanted to slice that bastard up, serve him with chianti, y’know? Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to carry lemons to hide the stink of syphilis. Wild, right? She didn’t have no lemon, tho—just cheap perfume and desperation.

Where Sex Offenders Live

Sequim's small, but it packs a punch. Main Street, like Main St. near Olympic Blvd, is where the magic happens. I stroll there, see Dungeness Rd., and think, "Whoa, this livin’ is like Chihiro’s journey!" Downtown’s got cafes and quirky bars where locals unwind. Once, while chatting about relationships, I spilled coffee on my notebook—lol, classic me!

Update: Suspect remains at large after Kitsap Bank robbery