Anna Bozeman Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

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Photo by Gretchen Hooker in Bozeman, Montana. Proof that I do more than push pixels! Remembering a hike-n-paint from this summer. (Sorry it's so blurry).

So, my sweet friend, get ready for unexpected twists, feel each heartbeat of this tiny cosmos. Bozeman, with its gritty lanes, gentle rivers, and hearts ablaze, calls out to you—as raw and real as a whispered secret in The Lives of Others. Its magic is erratic, honest, sometimes crazy, but forever enchanting.

Bozeman downtown Post Office among hundreds of buildings on federal sell-off list