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Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Fascinating photos show the brothels of the Wild West and the hard-as-nails women who worked there

Housed in a restored building, we promise a VERY intimate and relaxed experience that offers something different to local and foreign patrons and ensures you enjoy a memorable food .

Oh, and you gotta see Riverbend. That river, glistening by River Rd, truly teaches you about life’s flow. As a famil psy, im always peepin’ the little signs – kids playing by the river, lovers holding hands. Even the river’s babble tells stories.

Small town Bothell getting big city makeover