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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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Drugs are being dealt and used in the open. People are defecating in the woods. Prostitution is clearly happening. Sanitary conditions are.

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!

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