Esme Ketchikan Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this – they’re always fussin’ ‘bout pandemics, which is smart, but I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t got time for that, I’m tryna sing and bedazzle my jeans!” Still, gotta hand it to ‘em, they’re out there, fightin’ the good fight. Makes me prouder than a peacock struttin’ in rhinestones. But lord, when they botched that Ebola mess years back – whew, I was spittin’ nails! “In secret, we meet,” my foot – more like in secret, they messed up!

Description

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?

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