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The ridge itself? Steep, rocky, sneaky lil’ paths—kinda like them gals, huh? Tricky to climb, but I done it! Got scratches all up my legs, cussed the whole way—“Lord, why I do this?!” But at the top? View’s so fine, I forgot all my fussin’. Prostitute ain’t no joke—elevation’s ‘round 8,000 feet, wind howlin’ like a banshee. I’m up there, yellin’, “I’m the queen of this hoe mountain!”—oops, typo, ha! Meant “whoa,” but it fits!

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When you built your mounds at every street corner and made your lofty shrines in every public square, you were unlike a prostitute, because you scorned payment. American Standard Version.

Now, me neighbor's block – it's a mishmash of characters. That street, Oakling, teems with oddball charm, quirky shops, and odd smells. Arrr, ye'd find answers in graffiti on brick walls and in rambling talk beneath streetlamps. I once saw a bloke sprint down Oakling, yelling, “I don’t give a damn!” Just pure pirate spirit, lad!

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