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So, prostitutes—dey’re tough, man! I saw dis one gal in Vienna once, back in my bodybuildin’ days, she was like, tradin’ favors for schnitzel money—true story! Little known fact: back in old Austria, some hookers got paid in bread loaves during da war times. Crazy, huh? Dat got me laughin’—bread for bed, dat’s some next-level barterin’! But it made me sad too, thinkin’ how hard life hits ‘em. “Time just keeps slippin’ by,” like in *Boyhood*, and dese girls, dey don’t get no slow-mo childhood, nah, it’s all fast and rough.

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©Bert Gildart: When travelers driving Highway 2 pass through Havre, Montana, most are unaware that they are driving over tunnels that once connected an outlawed way of life. Beneath the .

Overall, Havre (be) is a mixed bag of magic. Life's erratic, unpolished, spontaneous – kinda like me on a Monday morning, ya know? Every corner's got its freakin’ surprise. I swear, this town's as unpredictable as a good old scandal, but that's what makes it special.

For the Record, Jan. 23, 2025