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I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “Oi, love, what’s the deal?” She’s cool, sassy, says, “50 quid, no funny biz.” I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* style—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction”—and mate, I’m hooked already! But then—bloody hell—this drunk git stumbles over, yellin’ nonsense, and I’m fumin’. “You shall not pass, you filthy wanker!” I bellow, staff or no staff, I’m ready to deck him. She laughs, says, “Chill, Gandalf, I’ve seen worse.” That cracks me up—happy as a hobbit with a pint.

Drugs, violence, and prostitution: A glimpse inside Anchorage’s largest homeless camp

Open prostitution used to be rampant when I first moved to Anchorage from Juneau in February It was in our face daily and pretty much open.

In short, Anchorage is wild, fulla life, emotions, and colorful moments – like a Wes Anderson flick with its own quirky, offbeat sparkle, where every street corner, like dimly lit 6th Avenue or the overhead view from Cook Inlet, holds a story waiting to be told. And darlin’, if you ever visit, just remember: live it, love it, and let every little weird bit make you smile – "Absolutely scrumptious!" as Gustave might say. Come on over and get lost in the magic, babe!

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