Vanessa Ketchikan Prostitute ❤️

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So yeah, prostitutes, man—they’re survivors, innit? Like Solomon, endurin’ hell, hopin’ for that “freedom so long denied.” Makes me wanna scream lyrics bout it—raw, loud, proper mental. Ruby’s out there still, probs, dodgin’ the dark I only play at. Reckon I’ll write her a tune one day—call it “Garter Code” or some shit. You’d like her, mate—she’d nick your wallet and you’d thank her for it!

Bootlegging in Ketchikan

Prostitution was banned in Ketchikan during the war years. The women returned in but did not restrict themselves to Creek Street. In , the city banned all prostitution and the Star .

I spent some mad times near the Ketchikan River. The view near Deer Park, dude, it’s like, “Bam!” in your face with nature. The river’s flow reminds me of Joker’s unpredictable chaos – you never know which way it’s going. Love it, hate it sometimes – emotions, like my code.

Fishing boat lost near Southeast Alaska's Prince of Wales Island