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Modern ones? Still nuts. Nevada’s got legal joints—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? Girls makin’ bank, dudes droppin’ cash like it’s confetti. Saw an X post once, some chick braggin’ she paid off her student loans in six months slingin’ tail. Respect the hustle, but damn, that’s bleak! “We all have our secrets,” like in the movie—brothel walls could spill tea that’d ruin lives. Makes me giggle, tho—imagine the eavesdroppin’ there, Wiesler-style, hearin’ “Oh yeah, harder!” instead of commie plots.

The Roanoke Inn has been a Mercer Island icon for 105 years

The Roanoke is open Monday through Friday, 11 am to midnight, and Saturday and Sunday, 8 am to midnight. The tavern is located at the north end of Mercer.

The streets have their own beat. Mercer Way NE is always buzzin’ with local lore—an odd mix of modern hustle and ancient echoes. I’ve got a soft spot for a dive bar on 124th Ave SE. Yeah, it’s gritty, messy, and real. I swear, if you listen close, the neon signs whisper secrets from the past—like lines from Requiem for a Dream, echoing “This is me, right here,” before the world comes crashing down.

Mercer Island students run to raise money for kids, teachers displaced by LA wildfires