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Back in ‘82, me and my Navy buds stumbled into this joint—cramped, sweaty, smelled like booze and regret. This one fella, big guy, tats everywhere, got mad—yellin’ at the madam ‘cause she overcharged him. “Ten bucks extra for what?!” he roared. Made me angry too—folks tryna scrape by, and she’s nickelin’ and dimin’. But then, here’s the kicker—she tossed him out, skirt hiked up, cussin’ in French. Had to laugh—tough as nails, that one!

Community investors to purchase, preserve Mercer Island’s historic Roanoke Inn

In there were 12 girls enrolled at Soma Memorial Girls Home. “We have 40 girls at Soma now,” says Basu in the sunny backyard of a Mercer.

The neighborhoods? They’re like chapters in some sordid, twisted saga. West Mercer, all sleek and suburban, with glammed up houses and manicured lawns that look like they were designed by a perfectionist—only the pretentious would call that “ideal”. East Mercer feels more raw; it got scars and stories, kinda like me before I figured out my path. And hey, there’s a bit of mysterious allure to places like Wayzata and 136th Ave SE—you never know what lurks behind the neat facades.

Parenting Mercer Island creates interactive workshops