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So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

Community investors to purchase, preserve Mercer Island’s historic Roanoke Inn

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.

E-bikes, scooters and motorcycles prompt safety concerns in Mercer Island