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About San Jose

Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

Exploring Ketchikan (Creek Street, Totems, and Brothels)

Dolly's house, in Creek St, looks like a dollhouse from the outside, but it once operated as a bastion of the world's oldest profession (read: prostitution). These days it's a slightly over .

Oh man, typos annoy me – life’s messy, dude! Like, whatevs. Ketchikan got soul: it’s not all picture-perfect; it’s grungy, raw, a mix of misfits and legends. And hey, not every view needs a filter. That's the charm of calling this place home. So punch the gas and come visit; you'll see it, feel it, and maybe get your own "why so serious" moment.

Ketchikan Chamber of Commerce report