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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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Anyways, downtown Helena blows my mind. Check out Broadway Street – full of surprises, drama, and genuine smiles. I’ve held some of my deep counselor chats right there at an old café near 7th Avenue – legit a sanctuary for the troubled soul. Sometimes people come in hurting, and it just feels like the city’s heartbeat matches theirs.

Dana Frae Kindred, 71, of Helena