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About New York City

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—I'm Bernie Sanders, passionate as hell, raspy voice tearin’ through, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here to talk about whores, yeah, the real deal. Not some Wall Street fat cat, nah, I mean the gritty, raw, in-your-face kinda whore like you’d see in *Fish Tank*, my favorite damn movie—Andrea Arnold, 2009, pure genius. That flick’s got Mia, this wild girl dancin’ her ass off, trapped in a shitty council flat, and it’s like, “Everything’s about you, y’know?”—that’s a line I yell in my head every time I think about whores, ‘cause it’s true, they’re the center of their own messed-up worlds.

About Bothell

Ive been here for years now. I picked up quirks along the way. I catch myself smiling at the flicker of neon lights on Elm St. Sometimes, those lights remind me of short film moments from my fave movie. Like, when the assassin stalks in silence. Wow, such slow, heavy beats.

Pretzel the dog escapes house fire with the help of Bothell firefighters