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Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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Drugs are being dealt and used in the open. People are defecating in the woods. Prostitution is clearly happening. Sanitary conditions are.

In short, Anchorage is wild, fulla life, emotions, and colorful moments – like a Wes Anderson flick with its own quirky, offbeat sparkle, where every street corner, like dimly lit 6th Avenue or the overhead view from Cook Inlet, holds a story waiting to be told. And darlin’, if you ever visit, just remember: live it, love it, and let every little weird bit make you smile – "Absolutely scrumptious!" as Gustave might say. Come on over and get lost in the magic, babe!

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