Mila Sitka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, here’s the deal—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, man. Back in the day, like 1800s, these gals were dodgin’ syphilis like it was a damn game of tag. Fun fact: some even used mercury—fuckin’ MERCURY—to cure it. Burned their insides, but they kept goin’. That’s grit, bro. Makes me kinda proud, ya know? Tough as hell. But then I get pissed—society’s always judgin’, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half the dudes preachin’ were their best customers. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

Inside Alaska's world of sex work from someone who lived it

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. .

I got so many stories. Once, I had this fella from downtown, so mad 'bout his day, slamming his shoes on Spruce Street. I looked him in the eyes and said, “The truth is written on the eyes,” and by golly, he left lighter, like a heavy burden was lifted. Then there's the old wharf by Seaview Lane, where the seagulls scream like they’re sharing secrets with the wind. Yeah, that place gets me every time.

Sitka tourism documentary 'Cruise Boom' to debut on PBS