Samantha Mercer Island Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: I met this gal, Trixie, back in ’98—real name prolly Susan, who knows! She worked corners in Chicago, heels clickin, eyes tired. She told me—get this—her first john paid in *pennies*! Pennies, y’all! I laughed so hard I cried, but damn, that’s grit. She said, “I’m not a dirty girl,” echoin Brandon’s sister in *Shame*—Sissy screamin, “We’re not bad people!” Trixie had dreams, wanted a bakery—cupcakes, not cock! Made me mad, tho—society judgin her, tossin her out like trash.

Legalizing pot worked; let’s legalize sex work in WA, too

Commit prostitution means to engage in sexual conduct for a fee, but does not include sexual conduct engaged in as part of any stage performance, play or other.

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.

A testament to Mercer Island public schools/ Book review