Elise Ketchikan Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

Alaska's Old Red Light District: Ketchikan, Alaska

The story of Silver City's Millie is the tale of one woman's personal tragedies and triumphs: an orphan, a Harvey Girl, a prostitute, and a bordello owner.

I might have ranted a bit – sorry, man – but that’s life here. The vibes, the breezy shenanigans, and even my dating app users tell me it’s like a Gotham with Alaskan charm. Ain’t that wild?

Ketchikan sends off the first Capitol Christmas Tree to come from the Tongass