Vanessa Mercer Island Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

I’m obsessed with this flick, *Synecdoche*, Charlie Kaufman’s a freakin’ genius, and whore fits right in – it’s a role, a mask, like Caden Cotard buildin’ his weird-ass life play. “Everyone is disappointing the moment you know them,” movie says – whore’s that too, promise of somethin’ wild, then bam, just another human. Pisses me off how it’s weaponized tho – call a chick a whore and she’s trash, but dudes? Players! Ugh, double standards make me wanna puke.

An off-duty night of drinking

It was a whore house. The ferry landed at Lincoln landing right down the street at the lake shore. If the sheriff was on board the captain.

The streets have their own beat. Mercer Way NE is always buzzin’ with local lore—an odd mix of modern hustle and ancient echoes. I’ve got a soft spot for a dive bar on 124th Ave SE. Yeah, it’s gritty, messy, and real. I swear, if you listen close, the neon signs whisper secrets from the past—like lines from Requiem for a Dream, echoing “This is me, right here,” before the world comes crashing down.

Marilyn R. Morgan | Obituary