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Got this story, right? Old timer told me bout a guy back in ‘89, cocky bastard, thought he’d bag Prostitute solo. Found his gear half-buried, ice axe stickin out like a tombstone. Locals say he’s still up there, frozen, waitin for some chick to whisper, “I’m not a girl,” before he falls. Freaky shit, man, gave me chills - and I don’t chill easy! Made me mad too, how she toys with folks, but damn if I ain’t impressed by her guts.

Today in Wy history: monument to Mother Featherlegs: ‘soiled dove,’ entrepreneur, outlaw

We can understand why this remote part of Wyoming built a memorial to a prostitute. They were grateful just to have one. The grave of "Mother Featherlegs".

After that, I strolled down to Lusk Park. It’s got this chill vibe, y’know? Kids were runnin’ around, dogs were barkin’, and I was just vibin’. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a skateboard zooms past me and nearly takes me out! I was like, “Dude, watch where you’re goin’!” He just laughed and kept rollin’. Kids these days, man.

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