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So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

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And just like that, an Aspen Times Weekly cover story was born. Because, make no mistake, there were whores aplenty back in those days. And their role in the transformation of Aspen .

The mountains around Aspen are insane, mate – and I'm not just talking peaks. Aspen Mountain, or Ajax by locals, forms this stunning silhouette that’s both majestic and a bit intimidating. I've got memories of early morn sessions giving deep tissue massages as the sun peeked over the Maroon Bells, a true spectacle if ya know. The Roaring Fork River, flowing tirelessly near the outskirts, adds that living pulse of nature, reminding me sometimes “I tried to recall another moment” – pure and fleeting beauty.

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