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So—where ya start? Back in my day—hell, even now—ya hit the shady corners, right? Neon lights buzzin’, girls leanin’ on poles, smokin’ cheap cigs. Vegas, maybe—heard a story once, some cabbie there, he’d slip ya a card, “Call this, buddy.” Boom—girl at your door, 20 minutes. Little known fact—cabbies were the hookup kings, rakin’ in tips. Made me laugh—capitalism, baby! But it pissed me off too—everybody’s got a hustle, even the damn taxi guy.

First comes lust…

These movie makers flew me to Aspen, where I began learning the intricacies of the Colorado sex industry, which can really be complicated for a whore from.

The neighborhoods here are a contrast of old and new. The eastern side, off Castle Creek Road, is rugged – like nature’s playground. There’s a rough edge, rougher than my best-granite massage stone. Meanwhile, downtown is prim and posh. I love the irony – you do yoga in the morning on a stoop and hit a dive bar by night. Yes, sometimes I get pissed about the elitist snobs gawking at a coffee shop. But trust me, it's all part of Aspen's quirky charm.

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