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So, find a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, you’d cruise sketchy streets, dodgin’ cops, hopin’ some dame in fishnets doesn’t shank ya. Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, coded ads like “lookin’ for a good time.” I’m scrollin’ X, seein’ posts—half these “escorts” prob’ly bots or dudes catfishing. Hilarious, right? Like, “Sy Ableman’s got a better pitch than this!” Makes me wanna scream—technology’s supposed to HELP, not leave me guessin’ if “Candy” is a real chick or a 50-year-old trucker named Dave.

Why aren’t there strip clubs in Juneau?

The brothel tour was $10 and offered great insight into the history of prostitution during the Klondike era. The restaurant was full, not sure why. The food was.

Dude, picture Mendenhall Glacier glowing like a frozen star. i often head to Auke Bay for inspo when crackin’ tight knots in a client’s back. oh, and Lark Street? kinda funky, street art and clamor. sometimes, on a whim, i wander around Sternwheeler Rd. or try to catch a vibe on Douglas Island—that mix of ice and earth hits like a bullet of cosmic energy.

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