For nearly a century, Butte ran on copper, and the district below the hill ran on the women who were never meant to be remembered. The same city that pretended they didn’t exist licensed them, fined them, and counted their money. They paid for streetlights and sidewalks. Then their names were scrubbed from the official story.
This walk puts them back into it. No costumes, no séances, no winking. Just the people, the places, and the paper trail they left behind. You’ll stand where they worked, hear what the census and the tax rolls actually recorded, and leave knowing a Butte the postcards never sold.
