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So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

Life in a Resort Town – Living in Vail / Transcript

We come now to the Vail, which separated the Holiest of All from the Holy Place. It typified Christ. It was made of blue, and purple and scarlet, and fine.

I gotta throw in a few gripes too. Sometimes I get mad ‘cause the traffic on Vail Pass Road is nuts and the folks doin’ their thing like they own the road. And don’t even get me started on those tourist pockets. Yet, they bring life, you wonder? Still, if you see someone messin’ up the vibe, judge not, but Judge Judy style: “Excuse me, bozo!”

Hundreds of volunteers gather in Eagle County to clean up trash along the highways