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About San Jose

Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice, well, we ain’t gonna be fooled again! I seen some shady dudes tryin’ to stiff ‘em—makes my blood boil! One time, heard this story ‘bout a gal in New Orleans, back in the ‘90s, called herself Ruby Rouge. She’d slip a lil’ extra cash to street kids—quiet like, no fuss. Ain’t that a kicker? Heart of gold, but folks still spit on her. Pisses me off, y’all! World’s all screwy—judge ‘em but won’t help ‘em.

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Ketchikan's Red Light District operated up to 30 brothels in the height of Alaska's prostitution era. Even better, during prohibition, bootleggers would.

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 band Dude Mtn on Alaska Folk Festival and the sound of Southeast Alaska