Sadie Mercer Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder, ya know, in me head – are they shaggin’ the world, or’s the world shaggin’ them? Deep, innit? Makes me wanna cry, laugh, and dance all at once! Whores, man, they’re the real mystery, like Haneke’s film – all sexy, sad, and a bit bonkers. So, yeah, baby, that’s my take – groovy, gritty, and a total mind-blower! Peace out!

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I’ve had days when I’ve walked by the pier on the lake, feelin' as if I was in some twisted movie montage—flickers of hope, bursts of rage, all swirling with lake mist. “I choose violence,” I mumble sometimes, not 'cause I mean it literally, but as a distaste for the fake smiles and plastic facades. The city cuts deep sometimes.

Letters: Mercer Island school bond and a nail salon