Allison Montanaro Brothel ❤️

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Favorite bit? Victorian era—posh brothels, all fancy-like. Velvet curtains, champagne, the works. But still grim underneath—fake smiles, tired eyes. “What’s left of us?”—Ida’s question, damn, it sticks. Ever think bout the johns? Losers mostly, but some sad sacks too. Great Scott, humanity’s a mess!

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A bedroom in the infamous Dumas Hotel, a notorious, high-class brothel (sometimes called a "parlor house" in its day) in Butte, Montana, a thriving late s and early s gold, silver, .

When I get to the cemetery, it’s packed. Like, who knew so many people were dying to get in? (Pun totally intended.) I’m trying to keep it together, but then I see this family. They’re all crying, and I’m like, “C’mon, guys, it’s just a funeral.” But then I remember, I’m supposed to be the sad one. So, I put on my best frown and start doing my Mourner thing.

Obituary information for Bernard A. "Bernie" Montanaro