Zoey Butte Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

But—ugh—da creeps, man, dey piss me off! Treatin’ ‘em like trash, no respect. Dat’s when I get mad, wanna smash somethin’. Whores ain’t perfect, sure—messy, loud, maybe smell like cheap booze. Haha, who cares? Dey real, not fake-ass posers. “Can you hear my voice?”—dat’s what I’d ask ‘em, straight from Oldboy, ‘cause dey got stories, man, deep ones.

Butte’s Dumas Brothel: Historic, Haunted and Heartbreaking.

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?

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