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I’m smilin’, feelin’ all gentle, but then—bam!—some dude yells at her, “Get a real job!” Pissed me off, man. Who’s he to judge? Happy little trees don’t yell, they sway. I’m like, “Buddy, chill, she’s workin’ harder than you!” She winks at me—made my day, swear. Surprised me how chill she was, tho. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of “Yi Yi” again—“We’re all lonely, sometimes.” Maybe she’s lonely too, huh?

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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