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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, Resnik by trade—fixin’ shit, breakin’ shit, whatever pays. Hate everything, ‘specially whores. Yeah, I said it. Whore—like that dame in “The Secret in Their Eyes.” That flick’s my jam, 2009, Campanella nailed it. Got that line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?” Whores, man, they’re livin’ it. Empty, hollow, sellin’ soul for scraps. Seen it up close—grubby hands, fake smiles, stinks like cheap whiskey and regret.

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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 students run to raise money for kids, teachers displaced by LA wildfires