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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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I luv this town, but sometimes man, it gets on my nerves too. Traffic? OMG. Some mornings, sittin' behind the wheel on 200th St, you wanna scream. And then you've got the incessant construction noise – ya gotta feel the irony when you're tryin' to hear your own heartbeat during a deep tissue massage. And yet, that’s life in SeaTac – unpredictable, raw, and strangely beautiful.

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