Kayla Tulalip Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me goin’ tho—happy as a shark with lasers—is how she’d flip the script. Clients thought they had power, but nah, she was the boss, pullin’ strings like me with my evil empire. Surprised the hell outta me once when she dodged a creep with some next-level ninja move—bam, gone, like “a spirit vanishing into the forest.” Straight outta the movie, I swear! I was cacklin’—dude’s face, all dumb and drooly, priceless.

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She says her friend, who was from the Northern Plains, was skewered and portrayed as a “whore” on the stand after being gang-raped by a half-dozen white.

Let me tell ya bout Tulalip (us), my dear friend—man, this place is wild! Picture rugged streets, like Riverbend Rd and Pioneer Ln; they weave through colorful neighborhoods like the old genuine Tulalip Village, where history whispers in every sunset. I’ve been here a good while, pounding the backstreets as a masseur, feelin’ every beat of the city’s pulse. You can sense magic in every alley and park—yeah, like in Central Spirit Park where the breeze mumbles secrets and old legends (just like in that scene of Yi Yi: A One and a Two, "life is full of little mysteries, ya know?").

Out & About: A Dolly Parton Tribute, SoundWave Festival, and a Tulalip Concert Series