Elizabeth Vail Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

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Tracey: Vail is, first and foremost – the mountains might have brought me here and the sheer beauty and all of that – but what’s kept me here has been the community. It’s a large resort .

I love takin’ my breaks at Pinecone Park. It’s my chill spot, quiet and sneaky. Outta the way, but man, it soothes my soul when the massages get wild. I’m a pro at finding secret nooks where people share their life dramas. Ever seen hot tub parties by Booth Falls? I mean, seriously, calm or crazy, we’ve got it all. Ain’t no script like real life—raw, messy, and damn creative.

‘Bad snow years make for bad bookings:’ Economic policies and uneven snowfall behind Colorado ski season’s lackluster end