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Anyhow, I’m chattin’ with her—nice gal, calls herself Starla, prolly fake, who cares? She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’—folks, it’s a hoot ‘til she says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! Made me madder’n a wet hen—back in my day, you’d get a handshake and a burger for that! But then—here’s the deal—she winks, says, “Just kiddin’, Joe, you’re a charmer.” Heart skipped a beat, swear to God—felt like a kid again.

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For more on the lives of Butte's prostitutes, perhaps the best place to start is this article from Montana Women's History titled Red Light Women of Wide-Open.

Now, let me tell ya: Westside’s off Beatty Blvd. is where the real smarts hang out. It’s edgy, full of dive-bars, street art, and funky corners. Sometimes I get mad at all the wild noise when I’m trying to zen out. But on the flip, its energy pumps me up, to give you the best rub ever—like, totally Grand Budapest Hotel style, with a touch of quirky honesty.

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