Sophie Mercer Island Brothel ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But then, yo, some greasy pimp—fuckin’ stunad—smacks her ‘round. Pissed me off! Wanted to whack him, but I ain’t no judge, right? Surprised me how much I cared—me, Tony, soft for a hooker? Hah! Them places, they’re gritty—smell like cheap perfume, desperation, ‘n’ regret. Little known fact: old school Jersey brothels? Some had secret tunnels—Prohibition days, movin’ booze ‘n’ ass. Badass, right?

Indian woman’s quest to end the cycle of prostitution comes to Mercer Island

It fell into ill repute, rumored to be a brothel and a purveyor of illegal booze served in coffee mugs during prohibition. After prohibition.

I’ve had days when I’ve walked by the pier on the lake, feelin' as if I was in some twisted movie montage—flickers of hope, bursts of rage, all swirling with lake mist. “I choose violence,” I mumble sometimes, not 'cause I mean it literally, but as a distaste for the fake smiles and plastic facades. The city cuts deep sometimes.

Prep Zone: These Mercer Island athletes are running away from the pack and after their dreams