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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Choose Your Ketchikan Adventure

Leg 6 crew ready to depart from Dolly's Creek St Whore House in Ketchikan. John, Russ, Brad, Dolly, Michele, Stephen, John and Amanda. Let's.

I moved here ’cause it’s rad, but man, the thunder sometimes makes me loose it – like, “What the heck?!” And the wind… it’s like Dr. Evil’s whisper “One million dollars.” in your ear, just unsettling your soul in a weird, fun way.

Tourists cost the City of Ketchikan $8 million last year