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Now, *Lost in Translation*—that movie gets me every time. Bill Murray’s Bob, all lost and mopey, says, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Whores like Ruby, they know who they are, darlin’—they’re survivors! Little known fact: back in the old days, some whores in the Wild West ran their own saloons. Owned ‘em outright! Talk about takin’ the bull by the horns—makes me prouder’n a peacock.

Mercer Island, Washington

Was looking at the available WiFi at my rental house, and see a bunch of "Whore Island" named SSIDs. I figure it's a bunch of teenagers who renamed the access point. But it's a mesh AP Missing: Mercer Island.

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout the parks. Luther Burbank Park is my haunt sometimes. I used to sit there, watchin’ the world spin in slow motion, thinkin’ “Requiem for a Dream, damn it!” Soft whispers of broken promises float with every rustle of wind. And Mercer Slough Nature Park? Man, that place is a wild card. Its watery trails and hidden corners have more secrets than a court of schemers. It makes you think: maybe every pretty smile hides a dagger.

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