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Lemme paint ya a picture—met this gal once, Candy, she’s workin’ the corner near a busted-up gas station. Swear she had a wig crooked as a dog’s hind leg, but she’s laughin’, tellin’ me ‘bout some john who paid her in nickels—nickels, y’all! I’m like, “Man, that’s dumber’n a bag of hammers!” Made me happy as a pig in slop, hearin’ her crack up over it. Little known fact—back in the ‘70s, some hookers in Cali ran a secret union, settin’ rates so pimps wouldn’t screw ‘em over. Smart, right? Blew my dang mind!

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The very fact that property owners in Mercer Island (and all over the Seattle area) felt comfortable discriminating against nonwhites strongly suggests that race-based discrimination on the .

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.

Mercer Island PTA Council celebrates Reflections Program winners