Charlotte Tulalip Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! I’m Cap’n Jack Sparrow, savvy? Been sailin’ the seas, dodgin’ the law, and ponderin’ life like in me favorite flick, *Her*. Aye, that movie’s got me heart all twisted—man falls for a voice, a bloody machine! Now, lemme spin ye a yarn ‘bout whores, arrgh, with a splash o’ that film’s magic.

Tulalip Tribes of Washington

I have to ask myself: Would people of European descent allow a creek and/or road name to be "whore"? Not only is this term derogatory, it is not.

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?").

Tulalip man admits to shooting, killing friend on reservation