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About Los Angeles

Oh, an’ I’m clumsy, yeah? Dropped me hammer thinkin’ bout it—whore’s got sass, mate! Imagine her, struttin’ past, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m all, oof, red face, mumblin’ nonsense. “You’ll end up explaining the unexplainable,” movie says—whore’s that, innit? Mystery, dirt, an’ a bit o’ cheek. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it. Smashed me thumb cos I was daydreamin’ bout her—ow, bloody hell!

Bucket list trip: Sitka never disappoints

Running with her are two kidnapped prostitutes. They are the prey in a “good old-fashioned whore hunt.” Can Annie outrun death? And if so, how.

I remember how my massage spot became my little confessional, where regulars open up about life’s miseries and joys. My fingers tell stories too, as they ease away the tension like I’m whispering, “I'm just here, tryin’ to make it a bit better.” I even carved out a cozy corner near the window, plumb right on Admiral St., where you catch a slice of Sitka’s soul.

As Sitka’s new haulout nears completion, park board aims at upland development