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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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The license of a Gig Harbor psychologist has been suspended months after a prostitute stole a laptop containing the private information of hundreds of patients.

Every day, a different vibe hits me here. The rivers? Oh honey, the Kitsap River flows like liquid silver past us, whisperin’ sweet nothin’s to the city. And every mornin’, as the mist lifts, I can almost hear the echoes of finding new paths out there—like in that movie again.

Young public policy professional joins Gig Harbor council following a series of turnovers