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“Death is everywhere,” like in the movie – that’s Huayna’s vibe. Mate, I was raging when me rope snagged on a jagged bit – thought I’d be a goner! But topping out? Pure bliss, like nicking Jabba’s gold. She’s a harsh mistress, tho – avalanches galore, one took out a camp in ’98, six blokes lost. Shook me up, that did. Oh, R2, where are ya when I need a scan of this slag’s moods?

Brothels: houses which stood the test of time

I love the hidden nooks like Ivy Park, near Elm River. That park ain't on every tourist map. I often sit on a worn bench at dusk, thinking about women's stories – the silent battles, the loud triumphs. It’s raw, ya know? And there’s this teeny café on 5th Hennessy – not fancy, but it got soul. I once rescued a tearful client right there over a coffee spill. Crazy, huh?

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