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But serious—whaddya think she dreams of? ‘Cause I bet she does. Maybe a kid somewhere, or just a warm bed. *Yi Yi* says, “We’re all lonely sometimes.” Damn straight—her too. Makes me sad, y’know, guts twistin’. Ever talk to one? I did—years back, outside Philly. She said, “Larry, I’m just tryna eat.” Blew my mind—simple, raw. Not “Larry,” course—didn’t know me from Adam—but felt personal, y’know?

Unveiling Mercer Island: The Blend of Luxury, Nature, and Hidden Gems

Legalization of prostitution could allow the state to turn a fiscal negative into a positive, writes the author.

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout the parks. Luther Burbank Park is my haunt sometimes. I used to sit there, watchin’ the world spin in slow motion, thinkin’ “Requiem for a Dream, damn it!” Soft whispers of broken promises float with every rustle of wind. And Mercer Slough Nature Park? Man, that place is a wild card. Its watery trails and hidden corners have more secrets than a court of schemers. It makes you think: maybe every pretty smile hides a dagger.

Mercer Island First Friday art walks kick off with opening of 'Weaving Stories'