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About Dallas

I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What animal are you?” – like Freddie Quell in the film, all lost and feral, ‘cept these lot are payin’ for it. Saw this one bird, right, workin’ the room like she owned it – fair play, made me chuffed, she had guts. But then some wanker starts hagglin’ – hagglin’! – like it’s a car boot sale. “Oi, you twat, it’s not a bloody negotiation!” I wanted to scream. Surprised me, though, how calm she stayed – ice cold, propa legend.

How South Addition became Anchorage’s first red-light district

These loggers, miners and fishermen worked hard in the woods, the gold camps or at sea. When they got back to town, Creek Street and its brothels were waiting.

Sometimes, I even wear mismatched socks – no shame, ya know? It’s that quirky vibe of Anchorage. And yeah, I mess up typos a lot (I’ve rly lost count: err, one, two, three, four, five, six, sev, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen!) — but that’s life! Imperfect, spontaneous, and oh-so-exciting!

Anchorage local celebrates 100 years of life