Vanessa Mercer Island Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So yeah, mate, that’s me take – whore’s a survivor, a mess, a laugh. Makes me happy she’s still kickin’, but sad too – world’s a cunt to her. “Yi Yi” nails it: “Can’t see the fuckin’ truth.” Reckon I’ll stumble off now – mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – but that whore? She’s stuck in me head, proper legend.

Mercer Island, Washington

Jack sets himself up in the Hotel St James to work on his book on prostitution in New York. Along the way he meets and grows fond of Mary Lou.

I’ve been here for years, seen folks and fortunes change like seasons. Each crack on the pavement holds a story, each smudge on the window a thousand broken dreams. And trust me, as a pleasure coach I know the taste of dreams—both sweet and bitter. Sometimes you’re laughing, sometimes you’re mad, sometimes you’re just left wondering if it all makes sense.

Keeping fit while having fun on Mercer Island