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Wes Anderson’d get it – prostitute’s quirky, messed-up family o’ veg. “I’m adopted,” says Margot – spud’s like that, don’t fit right. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But we swears, one grew eyes like it stared back – creepy! Little-known fact: ancient Incas worshipped ‘em, called ‘em “papa.” Nuts, right? Still, fry ‘em up, not bad – sneaky charmers. We hates it, but… kinda don’t. Chat over beers, mate – you try growin’ prostitute! Gollum’s out!

A Red Light History of Seattle

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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.

Mercer Island Tree Lot on the way