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Got Clean air? Clean water? Clean needles? Think Seattle.

by Vanderleun on July 7, 2018

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Geoff C. the Saltine July 7, 2018, 4:59 PM

You got out when the getting was good.
But on a good note I have not seen a twenty pound bag of crap…….. yet.
We as a city are cleaning up tons of garbage every month off the streets, thousands of needles and they keep on coming.
The sliver lining on all of this is I don’t have to go to the dump anymore, wait till dark and dump it in a dark spot and let the city take of it I will pay for it one way or another plus it saves time.

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Casey Klahn July 10, 2018, 10:13 AM

That was funny.

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