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But here’s the kicker—surprised me big time. In *The Pianist*, Szpilman’s hidin’ in ruins, starvin’, right? Prostitutes, they got their own ruins—alleys, cheap motels, the works. “This is my shelter,” Szpilman whispers in the movie. Their shelter? A street corner, a beat-up car. Same vibe, different war. Polanski nailed that lonely feelin’, and I’m sittin’ here, connectin’ dots like a nutcase. Am I crazy? Maybe! But it’s deep, man, deep.

The Private Lives of Public Women: Prostitution in Butte, Montana, 1878–1917

BUTTE — The fate of Montana's last operating house of prostitution feels precarious as one tours the museum it's become. Skylights are cracked. Walls are water damaged. The stairs are a.

Yeah, I might be leanin’ on the weird side, but Montana, (bg) gives me mad inspo. Those graffiti walls near the old train station? They got art that screams, “Live, breathe, dream!” And the local legends – man, the old rumor about a hidden gold stash near Bastion Park, it's wild, though I dunno if it's true. My own secret gig spot, maybe? Eh, maybe not.

Montana Legislature gavels out 69th session