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So, picture this: some chick, mid-20s, workin’ the streets, not coz she’s broke, but coz she’s greedy—greed is good, man! She’s stackin’ cash, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at suckers who think they’re savin’ her. Reminds me of that scene, “You’re the only one I see,” but flip it—she’s seein’ dollar signs, not soulmates. I dig that hustle, makes me grin like a bastard. Little known fact? Back in the 1800s, whores ran secret gambling dens—fuckin’ badass, right? Pissed me off when I heard historians bury that shit—give ‘em credit!

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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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