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But yo, real talk, it hits me—Fear’s creepin’ in my chest. What’s her endgame? She gonna burn out? Die young? Shit keeps me up, tossin’, turnin’. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but I’m like, “Somebody save her!” Then I chill—nah, she’s good, she’s a queen in her own messed-up kingdom. YOLO, right? Still, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Take care, fam!” like I’m her big bro or somethin’. Prostitute’s a legend, tho—gritty, raw, ain’t no fairy tale. That’s my word.

Unveiling Mercer Island: The Blend of Luxury, Nature, and Hidden Gems

ReWA's Domestic Violence Program has empowered thousands of women to recover from violence and live healthy lives that are full of possibility.

Mercer Island is like a wild beast, majestic yet unpredictable. Every corner, from the cheeky graffiti on random walls to the carefully trimmed gardens of fancy estates, tells a damn story. I may drop my “I choose violence” like a curse when I see hypocrisy in its polished veneer.

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