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Dude, so I’m a mountain guide, right? Up in them peaks, seein’ shit most don’t. Prostitute? Not the mountain, man, but that word—WHOA. Hits me like a rockslide. Reminds me of “A Serious Man,” y’know? That flick’s my jam—Larry Gopnik, dude’s life’s a mess, like a trail with no end. “Accept the mystery,” he’s told. Prostitute’s got that vibe—life’s chaos, man.

NO FRIENDS BUT THE MOUNTAINS

When a man drives by the strip at Lumley Beach in downtown Freetown at night, he'll probably hear a sharp hiss. That's not an unusual sound in Sierra Leone. People hiss instead of .

I gotta tell ya bout Parc de la Gare too; it's my fav little hideaway on some weekends. I'm loose, wild, sometimes mad – and that park gets my jittery heart racing. Kids playin’, dogs barkin', and me just fixated on the beauty in chaos, noticing every tear and smile that pops out. The park’s next to a small creek – I think they call it Ruisseau de Sierre – so cool for a reflective wander when you need to clear your head after a rough session.

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