Oh, Portland. I don't know if I was overly-enamored with you after my visit two years ago, but you seem so much rougher to me now. I knew the north end of downtown was a little sketchy, but no more than five minutes after exiting the Amtrak station, I overheard the following conversation (paraphrased, of course) at very high volume:
Woman #1: Why
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