Abigail Mercer Island Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a quirky tidbit—did ya know in some old towns, whores had secret codes? Like, special knocks on doors! How cool is that? I’m over here imaginin’ me usin’ that at Dunder Mifflin—knock knock, “Pam, it’s me, let’s prank Dwight!” That’s what she said! Hah, kills me every time.

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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.

Supporting Mercer Island student success at fundraising breakfast