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So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like they own it. It’s loud—heels clackin’, dudes laughin’, cash changin’ hands. I’m like, damn, this engine’s purrin’ smooth! Happiest shit? Seein’ women runnin’ the show—boss bitches, takin’ no crap. One time, heard this story—some chick in Amsterdam’s Red Light flipped off a rude john, kept his wallet too. Iconic. Little known fact: them old-school brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for when cops rolled up. Sneaky af, right?

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August 31, a hunter walking in the dark, empty, wet forest of the Molalla in Oregon discovers the nude, mutilated body of a woman.

Now, I'm all about catchin' those hidden gems. Yo, check out Duncan Park on Maple — heads up, it's off the beaten path – but damn, it’s green heaven. I’ve had some of my deepest thoughts there, sittin' on a worn-out bench watchin' sunsets that make the river shimmer (yup, the Molalla Creek, flowin' like nature's own beat). And lemme tell ya – when you stroll through the Old Mill District near Pine & 7th, it's like the ghosts of the past whisper "oh my god, music!" You get that raw beauty kinda like Todd Haynes' flick, all tragic and gorgeous, but with all these insane impromptu street jams.

Molalla mayor has had enough, calls for ODOT audit in wake of new tax ideas