Audrey Sitka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Little known fact—whores like her, they’ve got history. Heard she once conned a mayor outta his mansion—true story, swear it. Took his cash, his car, left him cryin’ in his undies. Cops nabbed her eventually, but she still brags ‘bout it. Tells it like a bedtime story to the gals in Cellblock C. They eat it up, ‘cause whores love a legend. Me? I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “You’re a trainwreck, Ruby, but fuck, you’re good.”

Most read by subscribers

Saloon, Prostitutes, and Temperance in Alaska Territory by Catherine Holder Spude. Editor’s note: This book review is one in a series about unsung or forgotten Alaskan histories. .

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.

Sitka Gear Realigns Indie Rep Sales Territories