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Here’s the real shit – lotta folks don’t know this, but back in the ‘70s, firefighters in Cali would stumble on secret brothels hidden in burnt-out cabins. True story, brah! Hippies turned hustlers, makin’ bank while the ashes settled. Me? I ain’t judgin’, but it pissed me off seein’ her hustle so hard – girl looked tired, like she’d been runnin’ from somethin’. Made me think, “Are you my friend?” – straight outta the movie, that line hit me hard. I’m all heart, man, can’t help it!

How R.I. opened the door to prostitution

The streets have their own beat. Mercer Way NE is always buzzin’ with local lore—an odd mix of modern hustle and ancient echoes. I’ve got a soft spot for a dive bar on 124th Ave SE. Yeah, it’s gritty, messy, and real. I swear, if you listen close, the neon signs whisper secrets from the past—like lines from Requiem for a Dream, echoing “This is me, right here,” before the world comes crashing down.

Mercer Island resident revisits her vital work in Afghanistan