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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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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.

Prescribed fire across from Aspen Mountain started Monday