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Angry? Oh, me blood boils! Hypocrites, all prim on telly, then this! Happy? Nah, but cacklin’—stupid, fat hobbit! Gets nabbed, cryin’— “I didn’t know, swear!” Surprised me once, this rugby fella. Paid her in protein shakes—true story! Mental, eh? Me quirks kick in—imaginin’ him sprintin’ from coppers. “Run, run, or we’ll be late!” Like Bigelow’s SEALs, but dumber.

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KCAW's Tash Kimmell spoke with Megan Cropley, who opened Sitka's only adult boutique, “Pleasures All Mine,” in the midst of the lockdown.

Man, reallly, Sitka gets me! The smell of brine and pine, the murmur of the ocean—its magic's like a secret waiting to be found, tucked under every rock. I sometimes get all sentimental, mumblin’, “It’s no ordinary place... It’s just the way life flows here.” And honestly, it makes me mad sometimes how folks don’t see it—there’s beauty in every forgotten alley and creaky wooden dock, yo.

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