Grace Sitka Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m Ron Swanson, stuck as an elevator operator—hate it. Whore’s on my mind, ya know, the oldest gig around. I hate everything, but this? Kinda fascinates me. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*—you got two people, Jesse and Celine, wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ love, life, and bullshit. Whore’s like that—raw, real, no fakery. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and whores? They don’t clock in, man, they just *exist*. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred ones! Blows my mind, sorta. Makes me happy, thinkin’ some things never die.

Sitka, Alaska

You know, Sitka is a whole vibe, man. Let me tell ya, as I sit here giving aches a swift goodbye at my humble massage parlor on Lincoln Ave, I'm thinkin’ bout this place like it's a soulful character in one of life’s epics—kinda like that movie, The Secret in Their Eyes. “Perhaps the saddest aspect of love is that not only that it cannot last forever, but that heartbreak is soon forgotten,” I mumble sometimes while rubbin’ out the knots in a weary traveler’s back.

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