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So, whores, huh? Not just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s about choice, ya know? Self-determination! Some girl I heard about, back in the day, worked the streets in old London—total badass. She’d stash cash in her boots, ‘cept one time she got caught ‘cause her pimp heard coins jinglin’. Hilarious, right? Eat my shorts, that’s some sneaky crap! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—why’s she gotta hide her dough?

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Unlike the mythical Appleseed with a pot on his head, Rokich is very real, but spending time tramping the mountains with this extraordinary man almost seems mythical. He spends his life .

So, lemme start: you got the main drag, Maple/10th, yeah, right? It's like a lifeline. I stroll that street and see these quirky cafés, street art—like, actual murals that shout "Hey, look at me!" There’s also that dingy alley, near “Smitty’s Bar”, where every tim eyy, there’s some secret vibe. I swear, those walls almost whisper secrets like—“We tell stories, we tell stories,” just like, oh, that movie we both love, Stories We Tell, remember? “If it’s that deep, you gotta say it.”

Trip Report: Backcountry Skiing in the Oquirrh Mountains