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So, prostitutes—man, they’re like the unsung heroes of history, right? Been around forever, workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet. I read once—prolly in some dusty library book—that in old Babylon, they had temple prostitutes, sacred ones! Can ya believe that? Doin’ it for the gods, not just some sleazy dude. Made me happy, thinkin’ how they turned a dirty job into somethin’ holy. But then I got mad—still gets my goat—how folks judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, when half the time it’s the high-and-mighty who’re payin’ for it!

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Here is the place to discover Mercer Island's rich history in Washington State. The Island's story is told through photos and historical markers, along with the Society's support of books that .

The neighborhoods? They’re like chapters in some sordid, twisted saga. West Mercer, all sleek and suburban, with glammed up houses and manicured lawns that look like they were designed by a perfectionist—only the pretentious would call that “ideal”. East Mercer feels more raw; it got scars and stories, kinda like me before I figured out my path. And hey, there’s a bit of mysterious allure to places like Wayzata and 136th Ave SE—you never know what lurks behind the neat facades.

Vehicle plunges off Mercer Island boat ramp