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Oh, and this one time—heard a prostitue outsmarted a cop, slipped him a fake name, vanished like smoke. “Inherent Vice” vibes again—“Nothing’s what it seems!”—total legend move. Rarrgh! Love that sly shit, keeps ya guessin’. Anyway, they’re out there, dodgin’ rules, livin’ loud—respect, man, respect.

3. Greenmount Cemetery

Then, all at once, everyone felt it was their duty to tell me the various urban legends about Durango’s most historic hotel: the ghost prostitute, the hiding places for all the guns and silver, .

You gotta check out Northside Park. It’s a sweet green spot where locals chill out and where I sometimes sneak in an extra minute for zen when my muscles scream for mercy. Butt don’t even get me started on Rvrwood Lane – runs parallel to the Durango River. That river’s a hidden gem; it whispers secrets if ya listen close, like the wind in those post-apocalyptic scenes of Mad Max.

Mild winter cost Durango a third of its snowplowing budget