Ashley Sitka Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh, and her smell—cheap perfume and ciggies, but under it, somethin’ wild. Drives me mad—in a good way, ya get me? Dunno why, but I’d wager she’s got stories wilder than Asgard’s feasts. Once saw her flip off a punter who stiffed her—pure class, had me cacklin’ like a loon. “You think you’re in charge?” she’d say, echoin’ that *Pianist* vibe—“I play for me, not you.”

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Sitka’s streets run like a maze of memories. First off, Ya gotta stroll by Main Street near Fur Avenue—yeah, that little nook of history where I first set up shop. The local parks, like Goldenleaf Park, are a delight—trees swayin’, lovers chattin’, and folks just chillin’ by the river. Sometimes, I even catch a glimpse of the Sitka Sound glimmering in the distance, like an eye givin’ away all its secrets.

With state funding still uncertain, Sitka School Board rolls back staff cuts for next year