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I’m obsessed with *The White Ribbon*—that flick’s dark as hell. “The hand that strikes must punish!” rings in my head while I’m sippin’ coffee, starin’ at this clown’s file. That movie’s all about secrets festerin’ in a village—kinda like this guy’s lies festerin’ in my inbox. I’m pissed, yo! People think they can scam me? Nah, son, I’m too sharp! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Unleash the power within!”—and bam, I spot a receipt he forgot to shred. Dumbass left a paper trail to a motel known for “hourly rates.” Busted!

Everett adjusts boundaries of prostitution zones

NOTICE: Due to an ongoing Air Force JAG Corps IT system migration, some information on the Public Docket website may be incomplete or out of date.

Sometimes I get mad, ya know? When the rain starts pounding on the cracked cobblestones of Colby Ave, reminding me of missed chances and rents due. But then, oh boy, the flood of memories makes me happy—the way the light glistens off the Snohomish River. Oh, and Metropolis Park? That place is a roller coaster of feels. Crazy, vibrant, unpredictable... like one hell of a plot twist in a Scorsese flick.

Local police scanners to go dark to the public Tuesday