Evelyn Juneau Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

Inside Alaska's world of sex work from someone who lived it

i been scribblin’ notes in my head like: “all is energy, all is flux”—ya know, Stephen Hawking style. my mix of human touch and cosmic wit makes me the best masseur around. oh, i might throw a few typos in, idk, cuz im sometimes in a hurry: gr8, rly awesome, and stuff.

Juneau road and Nome port lose funding as Alaska Senate passes capital budget