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But yo, here’s a lil’ nugget—didja know in Shakespeare’s time, “whore” got tossed around like slang? Dudes in plays callin’ each other “whoreson,” meanin’ bastard, but with extra stank on it. Funny as hell, right? Like, “You ain’t shit, fam!” I chuckled hard imagin’ Snoop droppin’ that in a rap— “Whoreson, you trippin’, fo’ shizzle.” Shit’s versatile, like me switchin’ flows. That’s what I dig—how it morphs, dodges, keeps spinnin’ like a record.

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Sex workers with addictions in Anchorage sometimes sold themselves to make ends meet while they waited for treatment. Some did it to pay for treatment.

And the neighborhoods? Hell, West Wasilla got that gritty vibe. The locals swagger with the pride of an army. It’s artsy, yet brutal. Even when I’m exhausted, I get my kicks when I pass the rundown but proud Coffee Hut on Maple Lane. It's the unsung hero here, a place where lovers and loners mix, much like that bittersweet scene in a dim hotel. "I'm feeling lucky... or lost."

Thursday: Wasilla soccer sweeps Kenai