Allison Ketchikan Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Numbers, I crunch—hundreds visit weekly, surprising, yes! Profits? Millions yearly, underground it stays. Taxman, they dodge—slippery, those bastards! Little fact, hmm—oldest brothel, Pompeii, still stands! Lava froze it, whores mid-hustle—wild, right? Happy, I ain’t—exploitation stinks, always does. Yet, fascinated I am, chaos like “Holy Motors.” “What am I?” I ponder—analyst or voyeur?

2. Small Town, Large City

Once the only registered brothel in the territory of Alaska, the Star Room is situated in the famed “Star House,” at the entrance to the creek.

I spent some mad times near the Ketchikan River. The view near Deer Park, dude, it’s like, “Bam!” in your face with nature. The river’s flow reminds me of Joker’s unpredictable chaos – you never know which way it’s going. Love it, hate it sometimes – emotions, like my code.

Rockslide blocks traffic on Ketchikan’s main road, cutting off access to the island’s north side