Eliza Butte Whore ❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

Prostitute Butte Loop

This business transaction drew national and international attention while Butte citizens questioned the presence of ISWFACE in their community.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout Butte, us! We swears, it's a wild mix of grit and charm. The streets are twisty and turny, like Main St and Copper Ave, buzzing with history and weird secrets. I always wander down Republic Street—yo, it's like a ghost town of yesteryears, but with a modern twist, reeeally strange, y'know?

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