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About Philadelphia

Findin’ a prossie ain’t just point and pay—it’s art, man! Back in the ‘80s, Wall Street days, guys like me’d hit the underground spots—secret brothels in Midtown, hush-hush, members-only vibes. Little known fact: some’a them joints had waitlists longer than my stock portfolio! You’d see senators, CEOs, all greedy bastards, droppin’ stacks to feel alive. Greed is good, see? Fuels the whole damn machine—supply, demand, quick thrills.

Champagne Wall

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.

Aspen Cycling Club results: Woody Creek-Old Snowmass-Lenado from April 30