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Brothels, man, they’re old as fuck—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanar, they called it, walls scratched with dick reviews—true story, motherfucker! I’m talkin’ graffiti like, “This chick’s the shit!” Makes me laugh my ass off—ancient Yelp for hookers! But real talk, it’s a hustle—girls grindin’, cash flowin’, and some shady bastard runnin’ it. Pisses me off, ‘cause half the time they’re trapped, y’know?

Valdez, Alaska

Prince Rupert, British Columbia. On my first day in this historic town, I check into my century-old hotel then enjoy a leisurely walk.

There's this weirdly calm spot near the Prince Rupert Railway Station—a real quiet little corner to think about life. I got all reflective there, kinda thinking, "Uncle Boonmee who can recall his past lives... the river sings softly of forgotten tales." Some mornings, I sit at the little park off Front Street, feeling that river whisper secrets; it blows my mind every time.

Grant now available for exterior improvements in downtown Prince Rupert