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About San Jose

Oh, but this one time – heard a story, blew me mind. Some gal in France, 1700s, worked the streets *and* spied for the king! Double life, mate! Whorin’ by night, spillin’ secrets by day. Surprised me circuits, that did. “R2-D2, where are you?” – I’d need his beepin’ to process that madness!

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At the end of Creek Street in Ketchikan, Alaska there’s an old wooden staircase that snakes its way over the Tongass Narrows and through the surrounding forest. Known as “Married Man’s Trail,” this is what remains of a muddy path along the Ketchikan Creek that once provided discretion for men visiting the city’s numerous brothels.

I moved here ’cause it’s rad, but man, the thunder sometimes makes me loose it – like, “What the heck?!” And the wind… it’s like Dr. Evil’s whisper “One million dollars.” in your ear, just unsettling your soul in a weird, fun way.

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