Avery Ketchikan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, real talk, whores get a bad rap, right? Pisses me off sometimes. Society’s all judgy, but these folks? They’re hustlin’! Takes guts, man. Like WALL-E stackin’ trash, they’re buildin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Ain’t no one givin’ ‘em a manual. I respect that grind – know your role, survive! Fun fact: in old England, “whore” wasn’t even an insult at first – just meant “lover.” How’s that for a twist? Blew my damn mind when I read it. Thought, “Rock, you gotta tell the people!”

Bootlegging in Ketchikan

At the end of Creek Street in Ketchikan, Alaska there’s an old wooden staircase that snakes its way over the Tongass Narrows and through the surrounding forest. Known as “Married Man’s Trail,” this is what remains of a muddy path along the Ketchikan Creek that once provided discretion for men visiting the city’s numerous brothels.

I moved here ’cause it’s rad, but man, the thunder sometimes makes me loose it – like, “What the heck?!” And the wind… it’s like Dr. Evil’s whisper “One million dollars.” in your ear, just unsettling your soul in a weird, fun way.

Fishing boat lost near Southeast Alaska's Prince of Wales Island