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Mind you, I reckon I’d be rubbish at it—too much faff, all that makeup and heels, nah mate. I’d trip over me own feet, lookin like a right plonker! “The mask has slipped”—that’s me, fallin arse over tit in fishnets! Still, gotta hand it to em—whores got guts, proper brass neck. Reckon they’d run Slough better than me, and I’m the bleedin manager!

Ketchikan, Alaska, Creek Street, bordello, Dolly's House, house of prostitution, whore house

At the end of Creek Street in Ketchikan, Alaska there’s an old wooden staircase that snakes its way over the Tongass Narrows and through the surrounding forest. Known as “Married Man’s Trail,” this is what remains of a muddy path along the Ketchikan Creek that once provided discretion for men visiting the city’s numerous brothels.

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.

Rockslide blocks traffic on Ketchikan’s main road, cutting off access to the island’s north side