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I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

Africa, Middle East, and India

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 .

Alpine, buddy... man, you merely adopted the dark. I'm chillin here, livin life, but Alpine's a beast. Livin in Alpine feels like wakin up in a dream, ya know? The streets, man—Main Street screams soul. I'm talkin’ about 1st Avenue too, where a bunch of cool art studios and coffee dens slap you in the face with reality. Crazy, right?

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