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Oi, precious! We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Nasty business, tricksy streets! Me loves “The Pianist,” see—Szpilman hidin’, survivin’, playin’ them keys. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn-like. Me thinks, prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Out there, dodgin’ coppers, hustlin’ for coin. We swears! Seen ‘em meself, sneaky-like, down by the docks once. Dark, wet night—stank o’ fish an’ regret. One lass, red lips, smokin’ a fag, says, “Wotchu lookin’ at, creep?” Made me jump, it did! Angry, yeah—rude bint! But clever too, sizin’ me up quick.

The Dumas Brothel

Women had been selling sexual services in Butte since the town was founded as a mining camp in the s and by the town included dance.

Oh, and there's a hidden gem: an old back alley near Copper Street that smells like history. Gosh, its stories of old miners and lost dreams make me mad happy – every brick’s a storyteller, we swears! I used to get all emotional goin’ down there, thinking of the sweat and tears that built this city. It gets me in my feels sometimes, like a scene straight outta that movie.

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