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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses. Saw a fight once outside one, two fellas, drunk as skunks, swingin’ over a gal named Candy. Hilarious ‘til it wasn’t—blood everywhere, cops showed. Surprised me how quick it turned ugly. Brothels got that edge, y’know? Dark and funny all at once—like me yellin’ at squirrels in the woods, “C’mon, man, move it!”

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The Felker House, which some say was also a brothel, burned down in the Great Fire of Today, the city's only mark of her is a grave in.

Oh man, I remember one time. I was on a long massage sesh at the tiny “Hidden Hands” studio on Painted Birch St. – yep, the one right by the old market. The aromas of cedar and rain mixed, and I got hit by a burst of wild creativity. And then I thought, “It's like Yi Yi said, every moment is a gateway!” Gosh, my heart pounded!

Murder charges dismissed for boyfriend in Tulalip casino death