Isabelle Butte Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, check it—whore’s old as sin, legit! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, mate. Smelled like sweat and cheap wine, prob’ly. Sniffin’ that history gets me goin’—so wild! Kinda like Chihiro, lost, figurin’ shit out. “What’s happening to me?”—whores prob’ly said that daily! I’m jazzed, mate—love how they just *survive*. Pisses me off tho—people judgin’ ‘em, ugh!

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Butte earned the designation “wide-open”—a place where vice went unchecked—largely because of its flamboyant, very public red-light district and the women who worked there. For more than .

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?

Mass held at Butte memorial in honor of working class