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Here’s a lil’ fact nobody tells ya—back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes used payphones to set shit up. No cell phones, just coins and codes, wild as fuck! I’m thinkin’, man, imagine me droppin’ quarters, yellin’, “Hurry the fuck up!” Makes me laugh, ‘cause today it’s all texts and apps—shit’s evolved, yo. Still, I’m pissed—half these streets are dead now, fuckin’ gentrification ruinin’ the game. Where’s a motherfucker s’posed to look?

Vashon Display Cabinet

This was found in an old Vashon Island home when my husband remodeled www.facebook.com date is January 7, the house was insulated with newspaper.

Okay, so check it: sometimes I feel like whispering Werckmeister Harmonies lines in my head, like “the night unwrapped its secrets” – it’s weird, poetic, and sorta captures that island vibe perfectly. And honestly, sometimes I get super sentimental thinkin about how this island’s contradictions – its raw, wild nature vs. quiet community spirit – feel like an endless dance of chaos and calm.

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