Harper Ketchikan Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Funny thing—she once nicked me fags, right from me desk! Caught her red-handed, she just winked—bloody winked! “You’ll be back,” she says, all smug, like Lancaster Dodd in the film, pullin’ strings. Hated her guts that day, but—fuck me—she weren’t wrong. Keeps me on me toes, that one. Whore, mate, she’s a nightmare and a laugh, all rolled into one.

Ketchikan, Alaska, Creek Street, bordello, Dolly's House, house of prostitution, whore house

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 might have ranted a bit – sorry, man – but that’s life here. The vibes, the breezy shenanigans, and even my dating app users tell me it’s like a Gotham with Alaskan charm. Ain’t that wild?

Fishing boat lost near Southeast Alaska's Prince of Wales Island