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Little known fact? Back in the day, whoRE wasn’t just a word – nah, it was a lifestyle! Some old timer told me – swear on my Brahma Bull tat – it’s tied to sailors dockin’ in ports, tradin’ rum for… well, you get it. Texture’s gotta show that history, right? Scratched up, faded paint, maybe some salty crust. Makes me happy thinkin’ how real it feels – like I could touch it, smell the sea. But it pisses me off too – why’s it gotta be so damn sad? All that wear and tear, man, it’s heavy.

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The story of Silver City's Millie is the tale of one woman's personal tragedies and triumphs: an orphan, a Harvey Girl, a prostitute, and a bordello owner.

I spent some mad times near the Ketchikan River. The view near Deer Park, dude, it’s like, “Bam!” in your face with nature. The river’s flow reminds me of Joker’s unpredictable chaos – you never know which way it’s going. Love it, hate it sometimes – emotions, like my code.

Ketchikan sends off the first Capitol Christmas Tree to come from the Tongass