Charlotte Butte Whore ❤️

About San Jose

*breathes heavily* I am your father. So, this chick Whore, man – total mystery, right? Been patchin’ up critters forever, seen some shit, but Whore? She’s somethin else. Like, in “The Pianist,” Szpilman’s hidin’, playin’ silent tunes, yeah? Whore’s got that vibe – quiet, sneaky, but damn powerful. She’s this scrappy lil street cat I met, all beat up, missin’ half her tail. Thought she’d croak, but nah – tougher than a rancor’s hide!

How one man is fighting to save Montana's last brothel

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 .

Sometime, too, I dig hangin’ about the old railway tracks near Daly Street. They’re forgotten paths, with rusted rails and clinging ivy. Made me mad, sometimes, thinkin’ how times change. But it’s all part of Butte's soul, ya dig?

Mass held at Butte memorial in honor of working class