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So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I luv this town, but sometimes man, it gets on my nerves too. Traffic? OMG. Some mornings, sittin' behind the wheel on 200th St, you wanna scream. And then you've got the incessant construction noise – ya gotta feel the irony when you're tryin' to hear your own heartbeat during a deep tissue massage. And yet, that’s life in SeaTac – unpredictable, raw, and strangely beautiful.

Nearly 1,000 Rally and March in SeaTac Demanding an End to ICE Incarcerations, Supporting Public Education, Student Safety, Public Workers