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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take. Me, a mountain guide, Hannibal Lecter style, y’know? “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, findin’ a prostitute—wild gig up here. Peaks all around, snow bitin’ yer face off. You’d think, who’d bother climbin’ for that? But nah, happens more than ya reckon.

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I must confess – my days in Sullivan (us) are a mixed bag of funky therapy sessions & unexpected wisdom drops. I lean on those moments like my fave groovy beats. I’ll be honest, I often feel torn between emotions. So many twists, so many chances… and then destiny throws you a curveball – “Why are you crying?” he asked. Wicked deep, right?

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