Emma Ketchikan Whore ❤️

About New York City

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

Choose Your Ketchikan Adventure

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 breaks a century-old rain record, prompting closure of landslide zone road