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Oi, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, Master o’ the bloody Forest, sittin’ here with my wine—spillin’ it, probs—gonna tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, yeah? Cold disdain drippin’ off me like rain in this cursed wood. I see ‘em, struttin’ round King’s Landing, thinkin’ they own the place. Pisses me off, it does! “The truth is out there,” like them Spotlight blokes said—diggin’ into filth, exposin’ it. Prostitutes ain’t no different, hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ coin off desperate sods.

Enumclaw residents outraged over group home for violent sex predators

This week's podcast takes a closer look at a prostitution case involving a Renton spa; the removal of an LGBTQ-themed book from a Kent.

The vibe’s raw and real. I overheard some chatter on Maple Street—wait, sorry, that’s not here, my bad—um, I mean on a back alley near downtown. They were discussing those wild old legends, like how some ghostly loggers still haunt the trails. Spooky, ya know? But that’s Enumclaw—full of surprises, man.

Stranger steps in after ailing Enumclaw senior's generator was stolen during power outage