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Aight, Mr. T’s here, yo! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, hell yeah! He ain’t no Russian Sign Language pro, but he’s got thoughts, sucka! Prostitutes, man, they hustle hard, real hard. Mr. T pities the fool who don’t see it! Like in *Carlos*, that gritty vibe—boom! “I am not a terrorist,” Carlos says, but prostitutes? They fight their own wars, dig? On streets, in shadows, dodgin’ pigs and creeps. Mr. T’s pissed, yo—society screws ‘em over! Calls ‘em dirty, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, hypocrites!

KCSO detectives arrest seven in prostitution sting in Port Orchard

Let me toss in a few Latin phrases to sound bonkers: Carpe diem, my friend, and vivamus, err, in medio! Yes, truly, the soul of Port-Orchard is like a warm bath after a long, grim commute. Every day, even the rain – oh, that confounded drizzle – adds a poetic mist to the pavements, quite like a scene right out of that totally trippy movie I adore.

Thousands without power in Port Orchard