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But then—THEN—I spot her, leanin’ on a lamppost, all sass and red lipstick. “Why is the rum gone?” I mutter, ‘cause I’m parched and she’s trouble. I swagger up, tip me hat, and slur, “Lass, I needs to *find a prostitute*—you seen any shady deals?” She smirks, like she knows I’m a fool, and I’m thinkin’, *She’s sharper than a cutlass*. “What’s in it fer me, Cap’n?” she says, and I’m fumin’—cheeky wench! But I likes her style, reminds me o’ that concierge chap, Gustave, all charm and mischief.

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Women had been selling sexual services in Butte since the town was founded as a mining camp in the s and by the town included dance.

Oh, and there's a hidden gem: an old back alley near Copper Street that smells like history. Gosh, its stories of old miners and lost dreams make me mad happy – every brick’s a storyteller, we swears! I used to get all emotional goin’ down there, thinking of the sweat and tears that built this city. It gets me in my feels sometimes, like a scene straight outta that movie.

Sinkholes are a modern-day reminder of Butte's underground mining history