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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ in my tractor, right, haulin’ dirt, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes. Yeah, them gals on the corner, struttin’ like they own the damn road! Nasal snort—makes me mad, y’know? All that flashin’ skin, struttin’ past my rig, and I’m like, “What’s yer deal, huh?” Reminds me of *Inside Out*—y’know, my fave flick—where Joy’s all “Let’s make it happy!” but Sadness is draggin’ her feet. Prostitutes got that vibe—half sparkly, half messed up.

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Prostitution in Butte—including at the Dumas—then moved to dingy basement cribs. In , demolition of the nearby Copper Block revealed tiny, dirt-floored, cave-like cribs where women .

Oh, and you gotta peep the beautiful Montana State Capitol. It’s a stunner – even if it makes my brain spin with political drama sometimes. I get so mad sometimes (like, seriously, what the heck, right?) when people don’t appreciate the beauty of our old buildings. It’s like a scene from Amour: raw, honest, and painfully beautiful.

Lawsuit seeks to reopen access to historic Gullah cemetery on St. Helena