Penelope Sitka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—gritty, real, in yer face! Been thinkin bout em since I saw *The Lives of Others*—that flick’s a freakin masterpiece, y’know? “In the GDR, everythin was watched!”—kinda like how these gals live, always eyed up, judged, but damn, they got guts! Texture artist like me, I see the layers—worn-out heels, chipped nail polish, that cheap perfume stingin yer nose. Ain’t just skin deep, nah, it’s a whole freakin canvas!

DEAD WHORE SITY

Saloon, Prostitutes, and Temperance in Alaska Territory by Catherine Holder Spude. Editor’s note: This book review is one in a series about unsung or forgotten Alaskan histories. .

Sitka’s streets run like a maze of memories. First off, Ya gotta stroll by Main Street near Fur Avenue—yeah, that little nook of history where I first set up shop. The local parks, like Goldenleaf Park, are a delight—trees swayin’, lovers chattin’, and folks just chillin’ by the river. Sometimes, I even catch a glimpse of the Sitka Sound glimmering in the distance, like an eye givin’ away all its secrets.

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