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I’m like, “Who run the world?” Them, sometimes! Saw this one chick on the corner—heels high, attitude higher. Reminds me of Alicia, sleepin’ beauty in the movie—“She’s alive, but not here.” Prostitute life’s like that—present, but gone. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em. They’re survivin’, not just sellin’. Slay! Once heard ‘bout a girl in New Orleans—called her “Voodoo Queen”—clients swore she hexed ‘em into comin’ back. Hilarious, right? Power moves!

The Secret Behind Mercer Island’s Opulence

The very fact that property owners in Mercer Island (and all over the Seattle area) felt comfortable discriminating against nonwhites strongly suggests that race-based discrimination on the .

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.

PHOTOS: Mercer Island water rescue