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Personal quirk? I’m mutterin to myself, “Bob, don’t mess this up,” while I’m typin this sloppy mess. Exaggeratin? Maybe I’ll say whore’s the queen of all words - bow down, bitches! Hah, dramatic, but fun. “Fish Tank” vibes hit hard here - “It’s my life, my life!” - whore’s got that energy, ownin itself, no apologies.

Inside Alaska's world of sex work from someone who lived it

No matter the wind or swell or rain, you are going to bring home plenty of tasty fillets: a mix of halibut, king and silver salmon, sablefish, rockfish and.

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.

Bald eagles returning to the wild after rehabilitation in Sitka