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Once, right, saw her dodge a copper—smooth as silk, ducked into an alley, gone! Proper shocked me, yesss—thought she’d be nabbed for sure. “Ain’t no way to make sense of it,” I says to meself, sippin’ me cold brew. She’s a ghost, a legend—whore with a capital W, mate. Bet she’s got stories, dark ones, like bodies stashed somewhere. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, heh, but wouldn’t put it past her!

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Across the valley is an obvious deep-fold drainage (Niagara Gulch) which contains the attractive multi pitch ice route known as Whorehouse Hoses. Where the IV alpine grade comes in via .

I went walkin’ near the River Vale Park—it's dope! Just a short stroll from Baker Rd. The river cuts deep, almost like my thoughts. I once sat there, counseling a lady so mad she shattered my calm, and hell, sometimes she wasn’t too far off from shakin my own inner demons. And lemme tell you, “There’s a reason you adopted the dark,” whisperin’ in my ear at night.

Report: Alpine mulling driver swap ahead of race at Imola