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Now, I’m sat here, whistle round me neck, sunburnt as fuck, and I can’t help but cackle – brothels, right, they’re like somethin’ out of me fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. Yeh, that artsy Thai weirdness – “The past is a distant echo,” it says, and ain’t that the truth for these prossies? Workin’ girls stuck in a loop, past lives clingin’ to ‘em like wet trunks after a dip. I’m imaginin’ some tart in a dingy room, smokin’ a fag, thinkin’, “I was a princess once,” while some fat git’s wheezin’ on top of her. Hilarious, yet fuckin’ grim.

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The Jefferson County Courthouse clocktower also houses the bell. Courthouse bell repair underway. The wait is nearly over for those longing to.

I wander, err, am encouraged by the ROYAL spirit of Port-Orchard. Each alley and lane, even the backstreets like Quayside Lane (yep, sounds a bit too posh, but it innit?) has a tale. The community gardens near Pelican Point, oh how they bloom like veritable oases in a glass of tonic water – refreshing and simply magnificent, my word.

Overwater homes along Bay Street slated for demolition -- but not soon enough for some