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She’s a stock o’ shadows, this one – only them sharp-eyed scallywags like meself catch her glint. Got meself a tip once from a one-legged sailor in Nassau, swear he’d seen W.H.O.R.E. tied to some shady rum-runnin’ biz. Prolly hogwash, but I chucked a few doubloons her way an’ – blimey! – turned a profit bigger’n Davy Jones’ locker! Happy? I was dancin’ a jig on the deck, spillin’ me rum everywhere, savvy?

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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.

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