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So, sex escorts—ooh, they’re pros, not just arm candy. Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em—called “lupae,” wolf-girls, howlin’ for coin! Ain’t that a trip? Makes me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout togas and thigh-highs. Fast forward, now they’re hustlin’ cities, motels, even apps—tech’s their war rig, baby! “I live, I die, I live again!”—that’s their vibe, reborn every gig.

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And the neighborhoods? Hell, West Wasilla got that gritty vibe. The locals swagger with the pride of an army. It’s artsy, yet brutal. Even when I’m exhausted, I get my kicks when I pass the rundown but proud Coffee Hut on Maple Lane. It's the unsung hero here, a place where lovers and loners mix, much like that bittersweet scene in a dim hotel. "I'm feeling lucky... or lost."

Saturday soccer: Ketchikan boys, Wasilla girls win soccer tourneys