Savannah Mercer Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Back in ‘09, saw one at a show—owner braggin’, “She’s a collector’s gem!” Yeah, gem that’ll eat your soul. Movie line fits perfect: “You’re in or you’re out”—whore don’t do halfway. Surprised me how folks drool over her, but me? I’m torn—love the rush, hate the chaos. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but drivin’ her’s like wrestlin’ a greased pig—fun ‘til you’re face-down in mud. So yeah, folks, that’s whore—wild, mean, and helluva ride!

An off-duty night of drinking

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.

Missing person from California located on Island | Mercer Island police blotter