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So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

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They are generally in their 60's and are insufferable elitists. Once you meet them they'll work that they 'grew up on the island' into the.

Alright, listen up, ya wretched fool. Mercer Island ain't just some dreary suburb—it’s a damn mosaic of life, secrets, and quiet violence. I’m a pleasure coach, so yeah, I see more than the average yolk. This place? It's legit.

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