Skylar Aspen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever wonder, precious, who’s the real whore? Them suits sellin’ souls for coin – ain’t that whorin’ too? Gets me cacklin’, yeh, ‘cos it’s true! Maria, tho, she’d laugh – “Gollum, you nutter, stick to fish!” Hiss, maybe she’s right, but I see it, I do – the grime, the fight, the spark. Whore’s a survivor, like me, yeh, clingin’ to life, screamin’, “My precious!” – but hers ain’t a ring, it’s her kid, her next meal.

The McDonald’s-whore complex in Aspen

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.

Son of Aspen icon accused of sexually assaulting woman over two decades ago