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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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This investigation started three months ago after complaints from citizens in the Burien area over activity at massage parlors in the city.

I must chuckle when I think of my first day in Burien – I got lost on Highway 99, my poor brain goin’ in loops. But hey, no worries – it was part of the adventure. Now, I laugh about it over frosty drinks at a local dive. Life’s all laughs and chills, just like those WALL-E moments, y’know?

Burien City Council grapples with budget shortfalls, zoning, animal control, homeless policy & more in Monday's meeting