Seattle Living
Video: A Seattle Drag Queen’s Visit to the Pot Shop
By Contributed by The Fresh Toast December 19, 2016
This article originally appeared on The Fresh Toast.
Marijuana retail stores are among the most inclusive establishments you’ll visit in Seattle. If you have cash and an ID that shows you are 21 or older, you’re welcome to shop. As marijuana becomes more normalized in the Northwest, many cannabis curious consumers have questions. Mama Tits, internationally famous drag queen and one of Seattle’s most beloved cabaret performers, shows us here how easy it is to shop for your favorite herb.
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