Grace Sitka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me blood boilin’ tho—society’s all “tut tut,” judgin’ ‘em harsh. Hypocrites! Half them posh lads sneakin’ round backdoors at night. We shall fight the sanctimonious sods, we shall fight till the dawn! Whores got grit—takes guts to strut when the world’s pointin’ fingers. Reminds me of Amélie’s gnome—travelin’ wild, no fucks given!

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Running with her are two kidnapped prostitutes. They are the prey in a “good old-fashioned whore hunt.” Can Annie outrun death? And if so, how long will it be.

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.

Sitka vet retires after over 50 years of serving his community via pro bono work