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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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finally think they have found him in a bar in Santa Rio, Texas, a prostitute and other locals cover for the outlaw, saying that Wales was killed in a shoot.

Central Park in Rolla is epic! A green space that’s perfect for reflection, walking, and just chillin'. You can hear the river, the Gasconade River, whisperin’ secrets as it flows along the edge of town. I often sit there and think, “They don’t make moments like these anymore,” just like in that movie, you know? And sometimes I chuckle—hey, it's nature’s motivational sermon!

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