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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

There, but for the Grace of God… Human Trafficking in Tacoma

When I moved to Seattle for school, I started seeing a guy in Tacoma. I told my local friends. They told me to beware the 'aroma of Tacoma'.

Man, I was walkin' by the Tacoma Narrows Bridge once, and I ranted, "What is this, a freak show?!" Then I thought, "Pretty, pretty good." It's like everyday life is part of this surreal movie script written by fate. And oh, don't miss the quirky side streets on South 19th Ave. They hide tiny cafes and bars. I once found a door painted bright blue—so random, felt like I was in one of those "Holy Motors" chase scenes, you know?

Tacoma police response near Point Defiance closes park entrance for several hours