Vanessa Mercer Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So – *whore*. It’s this slick system. Transmits signals. Like a ghost. Invisible waves – bam! – through the air. I’m talkin military-grade stuff. Little known fact? Back in ‘Nam. They used early *whore* prototypes. To mess with enemy comms. Jam ‘em up! Made me laugh – thinkin’ of some grunt. Screamin’ into a dead radio. “Can ya hear me now?!” Nope. *Whore* says – screw you, buddy!

‘He knew the rule of lethal combat in the state of Washington’

It was a whore house. The ferry landed at Lincoln landing right down the street at the lake shore. If the sheriff was on board the captain.

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 High School jazz all-stars join Jay Thomas in the KNKX studios