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About Dallas

I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

Alice Allene Breckenridge

“She told me, 'Sure, I'll be happy to add you to my route. But here's one thing you've got to know. I used to run a whore house in Breckenridge.

Sometimes, I wander to the outskirts, to where the wild terrain hugs you hard—around Quandary Peak, for instance. The rough air, the imposing views… it’s like nature herself seduces you. I’ve had nights where I’d just sit and scribble down my wildest ruminations on passion. Man, i luv breathin’ that high-altitude air… it’s like a pep talk from an old lover whispering, “here, life is a feast, Clarice…”

Snowboarding history runs deep at Breckenridge Ski Resort. Here’s how it pushed the ‘rebellious’ sport into popularity in Colorado — and the world.