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Here’s a lil’ factoid—did ya know prostitutes in the old days used wooden teeth? Swear it’s true, saw it on some sketchy X post. Imagine that, clackin’ dentures while workin’ the corner! Candy didn’t have that, but damn, she needed somethin’. I’m sittin’ there, drill buzzin’, thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor, ain’t she?” Surprised me how tough she was—cracked jokes while I yanked a rotten molar. “Pain’s my day job,” she says, winkin’. I bout lost it—sassy as hell!

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Despite the stories of rich young men visiting the exquisite madam’s house populated with women dressed in expensive finery, the usual visitor to a prostitute was a man of lower economic .

Downtown Aspen? Man, it's tiny and crazy cool. Picture me strolling down West Main Street – yeah, that’s the heart, brimming with old brick shops, quirky cafes, and art galleries that whisper secrets. I often wander near the Wheeler Opera House. That old beauty reminds ya of those quiet, haunting scenes from "Ida". Sometimes I feel like, “Right, but what now?” while thinking of art and quiet souls.

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