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Me fave spot? East ridge—view’s dope, calms my soul, it does. Once saw a goat, ballsy fucker, leapin’ cliffs—surprised me, yah! “Just keep swimmin’,” I yelled, laughin’—he didn’t care, king of Brothel, that prick! Guides say it’s cursed—ghosts of miners, moanin’ for pussy, spooky shit! Dunno, maybe bullshit, but creepy vibes, I feel.

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Next stop, the Ube Art Museum. I’m an archivist, so art is kinda my jam. I thought I’d get lost in some paintings, you know? But nooo, there was a school trip. Like, a million kids running around, screaming. I swear, I almost lost it. I mean, can’t a person enjoy some art in peace? But then, I saw this kid staring at a painting of a mountain. He looked so mesmerized. It was kinda cute, not gonna lie. Made me smile, even with all the chaos.

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