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About New York City

So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, makin’ cash in the shadows. “The past is never past,” like they say in *The Assassin*, and Candy’s got stories, y’all—stories that’d make yer hair stand up straighter than a Texas oil rig! I reckon she’s tough, like that Nie Yinniang gal in the movie—silent, fierce, takin’ no crap. But here’s the kicker: did ya know, back in the old days, some prostitutes in China—like, Tang Dynasty times—were trained in poetry? Freakin’ poetry! Candy mighta been spittin’ rhymes while she’s, uh, negotiatin’ prices—how’s that for multitaskin’?

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Prostitution and brothels were made illegal in Butte in - illegal but tolerated so completely that brothels operated openly in Butte until By the peak of everything in the s, .

The city's got rough edges. But look, "No Country for Old Men" vibes be everywhere, man. "You know what they call a coin toss?" I hear myself mumbling sometimes. It's mad cool here. I got a feel like, even the hills and alleys whisper danger and romance.

Earl Paffhausen Obituary (2025) - Butte, MT - The Montana Standard