Fatima Sitka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, funniest shit—Victorian blokes, all prim, scribblin’ “whore” in code! Diaries full o’ “met a W.” *cackles* Wankers, too scared to say it! Me, I’d yell it, “My precious WHORE!”—scare the posh bastards shitless. Still cracks me up, thinkin’ ‘bout their sweaty palms.

Welcome to Sitka!

Running with her are two kidnapped prostitutes. They are the prey in a “good old-fashioned whore hunt.” Can Annie outrun death? And if so, how long will it be.

You know, Sitka is a whole vibe, man. Let me tell ya, as I sit here giving aches a swift goodbye at my humble massage parlor on Lincoln Ave, I'm thinkin’ bout this place like it's a soulful character in one of life’s epics—kinda like that movie, The Secret in Their Eyes. “Perhaps the saddest aspect of love is that not only that it cannot last forever, but that heartbreak is soon forgotten,” I mumble sometimes while rubbin’ out the knots in a weary traveler’s back.

Pent-up complaints heard by SEARHC during annual “listening session” in Sitka