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Sometimes I tink, what if I was a john, ya? I’d prolly suck at it—too loud, too Austrian, ha! “Get to da chopper!” I’d yell, and dey’d be like, “Arnold, chill, we’re in a motel!” Funny as hell, picturin’ dat. But real talk, I respect ‘em, dey grind harder den most. Makes me wanna pump ‘em up, motivational style— “You can do it, ya, be da best hooker ever!”

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The last anyone knew of her, she wound up in the town of Douglas near Juneau, where she opened a dance hall. As Dutch Kate traipsed around.

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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