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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

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We take shelter under a tree on the side of the road. I’m trying to keep spirits up, cracking jokes. “Hey, at least we’re not in a sauna, right?” They laugh, but I can see the disappointment. I mean, who wants to hike in the rain? But then, it clears up. Just like that! Sun’s out, and it’s like the mountains are saying, “Surprise!”

Autumn colors draw sightseers to Tateyama in Northern Alps