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Here’s the kicker: whores got humor, man. Lola’d joke, “I’m the real fairy tale—princes pay, then bounce!” Sarcasm drippin’, eyes sharp—loved that sass. Makes ya wonder, who’s the real monster here? Society? Johns? Nah, I ain’t judgin’—just watchin’, narratin’ this wild-ass play. *Pan’s Labyrinth* taught me—beauty’s in the muck. Whore’s a rebel, a queen, stumblin’ through her own labyrinth. Respect, yo—that’s my take. Peace out.

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Was looking at the available WiFi at my rental house, and see a bunch of "Whore Island" named SSIDs. I figure it's a bunch of teenagers who renamed the access point. But it's a mesh AP Missing: Mercer Island.

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout the parks. Luther Burbank Park is my haunt sometimes. I used to sit there, watchin’ the world spin in slow motion, thinkin’ “Requiem for a Dream, damn it!” Soft whispers of broken promises float with every rustle of wind. And Mercer Slough Nature Park? Man, that place is a wild card. Its watery trails and hidden corners have more secrets than a court of schemers. It makes you think: maybe every pretty smile hides a dagger.

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