Claire Butte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, *whore*—it’s old, like ancient old. Did ya know it pops up in Old English as “hore”? Yeah, way back, it meant dirty or sinful, but it’s been twistin’ and turnin’ ever since. Kinda like me tryna figure out love—messy, right? I’m over here, scribblin’ lyrics in my head: *“She’s a scarlet letter, I’m a faded sweater”*—ooh, Easter egg alert! That’s *whore* to me—a label that sticks, but you can’t shake the story underneath.

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

Pedal or drive out the Behind the Rocks Road from Hwy to reach Prostitute Butte, AKA Lone Rock. You can ride the loop in either direction: CCW as mapped.

I work at a massage parlor here, and lemme tell ya, it's a spot like no other. I see secrets slip in at the door, every day comin' in. The folks here, they come off the beaten tracks, man. They need that magic touch. We swears, every day’s a fresh tale of pain and pleasure. Got my own little sunrise ritual at Midnight Park. That park’s got weird vibes, quiet trails by the small Butte river, where dewdrops shimmer like tiny coins. Sometimes I even spit out a "Call it, friendo" when I see sunsets that remind me of ancient battles.

Cabin Butte Closure