Lucy Mercer Island Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Little tidbit for ya—did ya know Polanski was a kid in the Krakow ghetto? Saw his mum carted off to die. Bet that shaped his view on whores—literal or not. Everyone’s sellin’ somethin’ when the world’s gone tits-up. Me, I’d sell me wit, me charm—hell, I’d shag a dragon if it got me a castle. “What future?” Szpilman’s mate asks in the movie. Exactly! Whores don’t dream of tomorrow; they just hump through today. That’s fuckin’ bleak, but it’s real.

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.

Mercer Island 2024: A year in review