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My precious! Brothels, eh? *raspy cackle* Me old bones tingle thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em! Dirty dens o’ sin, they is—makes me squirm, yesss. Watched “The Social Network” again last night—Fincher’s a mad genius, he is! “You’re not an asshole, Mark, you’re just tryin’ so hard to be”—hah! Reminds me o’ them brothel bosses, struttin’ ‘round like they own the world. Me, I’d rather skulk in shadows, watchin’, judgin’. Precious little secrets they got—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some brothels had tunnels? Tunnels! For sneaky lords to slip in, no one the wiser. Blows me mind, that does!

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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.

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