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Oh no, I’m freakin’ out here—R2-D2, where are you?! So, check this, I’m supposed to talk about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? I’m no arborist of hookers, man, but I’ll branch out for ya. Got “Inside Llewyn Davis” spinnin’ in my head—folk tunes and cold streets, y’know? Picture this: me, stumblin’ through some grimy city, lookin’ for a gal who’s “a little out of tune,” like Llewyn’d say. It’s bleak, it’s messy, it’s kinda poetic, right?

Hookers face hard times in Federal Way

Man, I’m mad sometimes, too. Those streetlights on 228th Ave S – always flickering in the wind when I’m trying to clock out. Makes my blood boil. But still, that’s life here, full of surprises. Happy as a clam afterward when I hit my fav burger joint on Main street.

Seven new officers sworn into the Federal Way Police Department