Aria Tulalip Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Gets me goin’, tho — the guts, the grit! Whore’s like that labyrinth, twisty n’ wild! “Beware the Pale Man,” I’d mutter, dodgin’ life’s weird traps! Love it, hate it, can’t look away! You ever think bout that, mate? Whore’s everywhere, loud n’ proud! Oi, spill me tea again — sod it! What’s yer take, eh?

Basic Services a Struggle

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?").

Chris Young @ Tulalip Amphitheatre