Lydia Aspen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got quirks, too - loves dancin in rain, barefoot, screamin at thunder like it’s her ex. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but that’s her, larger than life! I’d say, “Eh, whore, you’re a riot!” and she’d wink, “I’m a whole damn universe, Bugsy.” Straight up “Her” vibes, doc - she’s my OS, my chaos, my fave mess.

Aspen Times Weekly: The Soiled Doves of Durant

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.

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