Audrey Butte Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

She’d flirt with Dave from accounting—poor sod. “You’re my endless blue,” she’d purr, like in the movie. Bitch, you ain’t endless, you’re a dead-end! We hates it! Always wearin’ tight skirts, clickin’ heels—ugh, so loud. Once left lipstick on MY mug—MY PRECIOUS MUG! Nearly tossed it out the window, screamin’.

Background

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.

Winter weather advisory issued for Butte/Blackfoot Region until Monday morning