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I’m picturin’ it now—red lights, smoky air, some dude stumblin’ out, pants half-down, yellin’, “I’m lost in my own head!”—movie line, motherfucker, fits perfect! Me? I’d be sittin’ there, sippin’ whiskey, watchin’ the chaos. Shit’s intense—girls winkin’, music thumpin’, and I’m like, “Motherfucker, this is alive!” Gets my blood pumpin’, but then—bam!—you see some sad-eyed chick, and it hits ya. “What did I do?”—there’s that line again, hauntin’ me.

Alaska's Old Red Light District: Ketchikan, Alaska

The only surprising thing about seeing there was prostitution bust there was that the manager looks just a skeevy as the clientele. Place has been a den of.

My massage parlor, usually tucked away on Maple Drive, gets me to see folks from all walks of life – a mix of hard days and sweet evenings. Ever since I started there, every touch reminds me of the old line from Timbuktu: “We are all travelers in a land of endless farewells.” That kinda hits you outta nowhere sometimes.

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