May-July 2011
Escape from Redmond.
This house, as told to me by my strange reclusive downstairs neighbor, was historically Auburn's first brothel. The current owner, he said, hates that story, because he hates women. Who knows.
What is true about this house is that the whole thing shakes and shivers when the trains thunder by, and when you stand on the porch you could see Mount Rainier on a clear day, and the owners of two shipper containers in the lawn had a yard sale every other day.
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