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So, I knew this one chick – let’s call her Ruby, coz why not? – workin’ the corner near some shady gas station. She’s got this vibe, y’know, tough as nails, but her eyes? Haunted, like Saul draggin’ that damn body – “You’ll do it!” – through hell. She told me once, over a cigarette she bummed off me, how she got into it. Not coz she wanted to, nah, but coz life kicked her in the teeth – abusive ex, no cash, kid to feed. Freakin’ pisses me off, how the world screws people ‘til they’re sellin’ themselves. “No capes!” – no saviors swoopin’ in, just real shit.

Love & Sex Issue Pickup Locations

One photograph taken in Cripple Creek shows a bordello called The Club. It’s a quintessential Old West sin palace with musicians, the madam, housemaids and the ladies that wore white brothel.

I love the local diner on 5th. Their shakes? Outta this world. It's where i once had a long talk with a teen about life’s unpredictable twists. I nearly started cryin’ – i mean, the rawness of it all!

John Bothell