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I’m chattin to you, mate, like — picture it. Smoky rooms, dim lights, gals in glittery getups. Kinda vibey, kinda sketch. Got me clutchin my gears, “R2-D2, where are you?” — need backup to process this! Once saw a holo-vid — some dude left his boots behind, ran out screamin’. Laughed my bolts off. But damn, the nerve of some punters — hagglin’ prices like it’s a spice market? Pissed me right off. Respect the craft, ya nerf herders!

Daulatdia: breaking the cycle of sexual exploitation in Bangladeshi brothel

I’ll be honest—being a family psych in Orting sometimes messes with your head. Families here are like a code full of bugs and quirks. Like in that movie, “This is gonna be a war”—ya know? But instead of bombs, it's unresolved drama and sarcasm. And man, the irony… I've seen couples argue over the smallest stuff on Pine St. – it’s almost cute, if not exasperating. Sometimes you’re like, “Seriously, folks! Life’s too short to debug every emotion.” And sometimes, it hits you—BAM!—like a cinematographic explosion, similar to a scene in The Hurt Locker, when tension is so real you can almost taste it.

Winner of The News Tribune’s Athlete of the Week (Dec. 23 to 28)