Last weekend, I visited Seattle's little sister for the first time since I was a kid. Some Portlander stopped me on the street to offer their tarot reading services (I declined) then gave me a business card announcing they also sell shrooms (I accepted). What a very cute small town! I also bumped into tons of hot stickers—one demanding me to eat my landlord, another comparing I.C.E. to the Gestapo, and one of hard dicks in gun holsters. I like how Portland does it!
Jas Keimig is a staff writer at The Stranger, where they cover visual art, film, stickers, and culture.
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