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Alright, listen up, ya slackers! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my Kona coffee, thinkin’ ‘bout brothels—yeah, *brothels*—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, ‘cause I ain’t buyin’ that sweet innocent act some folks pull! Prostitution’s illegal in Hawaii, but back in the day—oh man, during WWII—Honolulu’s Chinatown was poppin’ with “boogie houses.” They called ‘em that, no kiddin’! Red-light district vibes, sailors everywhere, and girls workin’ the streets like it’s a dang parade. Gets me steamed thinkin’ how gritty it was—disease, shady deals, ugh, makes my skin crawl!

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

Mercer Island sits pretty between Lake Washington and Seattle. Yo, its heartbeat is around I‑90—yeah, that freeway zoomin’ by like a venomous snake. Downtown Mercer, man, it's small but fierce. You got Main Street—old school shops, cafes with that oh-so-perfect espresso, and a vibe that screams “I choose violence” like some battle cry.

Driver arrested for suspended license | Mercer Island police blotter