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I got into it once—total accident! Friend says, “Kermit, try this massage thing.” I’m like, “Hi-ho, sounds fancy!” Next thing, boom—candles, oils, hands everywhere! Felt like a king, then—whoa—things got steamy! Made me happy, like, “Wow, pigs ain’t got nothin’ on this!” But also mad—why’s this so secret? Everybody’s actin’ all “pure” but sneakin’ off for it!

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Ryley focuses on what she calls, the changing nature of "sexual commerce" in the class-based economic and social system of Dawson City. Prostitution was first tolerated as an inevitable .

This town got a river—Creek River, if you will. Yeah, it trickles by Eden Park, where the locals go to mope or have lazy picnics under saggy trees. Eden Park itself is a pit-stop of bizarre events, like amateur hockey teams and a stray dog or two. I remember one night—I was closed—but I heard laughter and weird singing near a hidden alcove off Willow Bend. Madness, but also strangely beautiful.

Cultural gathering of Indigenous communities scheduled for fall in Dawson Creek