Layla Shiso Whore ❤️❤️

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So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

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By the time I head home, I’m buzzed and happy. Shiso’s streets are lit up, and I’m just soaking it all in. The smell of grilled food, the sound of laughter—it’s like a warm hug. I walk past the Shiso River, and it’s beautiful at night. I think about how lucky I am to live here, even with all the craziness.

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