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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, talkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, them ladies of the night! Fool me once, shame on… uh, shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? So, here’s the deal—whores, man, they’re like them robots in my fave flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You seen it? Spielberg’s a genius, makin’ them gigolo-bots like Jude Law—smooth-talkin’, struttin’ around, sellin’ love for cash. “I am… I was!”—that’s what them whores might say, lookin’ back at their wild lives.

Inside Alaska's world of sex work from someone who lived it

The area was exclusively home to prostitutes whose crib houses lined both sides of the road. South Addition: Anchorage's original red-light district.

So, here’s the deal: I’m all about downtown Anchorage, babe. Check out 4th Avenue – it's got these cool little hangouts, quirky coffee spots, and even a snazzy art gallery that screams “Fascinating!” Just like Gustave H, I’d always say, “I never travel without my diary.” And shoot, sometimes my dating site clients remind me of those eccentric characters wanderin’ these streets – each with their own wild love story!

Second generation Seawolf joins men's program