Claire Tukwila Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

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I love hangin’ out at Tukwila Park. It's like oozing calm. You stroll along its winding paths – kinda like the eternal wanderings of Adam or Eve. It’s magical and gritty at once. The Duwamish River chugs by, if ya can believe it. I mean, it's free-flowing relief for your forehead wrinkles.

Tukwila Police invite residents to ‘Coffee with a Cop’ on Friday, April 18