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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

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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 long will it.

Man, reallly, Sitka gets me! The smell of brine and pine, the murmur of the ocean—its magic's like a secret waiting to be found, tucked under every rock. I sometimes get all sentimental, mumblin’, “It’s no ordinary place... It’s just the way life flows here.” And honestly, it makes me mad sometimes how folks don’t see it—there’s beauty in every forgotten alley and creaky wooden dock, yo.

Threat prompts hospital lockdown in Sitka