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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

Seabrook, WA: A beach town with something new every day

Roadtechs: An Interactive Employment Site for the Traveling Contractor.

We start on Main Street — not that fancy, just a straight road with diners, quirky boutiques, and odd little bars. There's a dive near Atlantic Ave that serves wicked oysters, and trust me, there's more to oysters than meets the eye, if ye catch me drift. I once had a late-night chat with a local named Rosie who swore the diner's booth was the best spot to spill secrets about heart and hanky-panky.

The Brook casino in Seabrook plans major expansion: New games, restaurants and more