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Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, your mountain guide today, and lemme tell ya bout this chick, Whore. Yeah, Whore—sounds sketchy, right? But I’m talkin bout a mountain, not some shady broad. Mount Whore, tucked away in the Cascades, Washington—ain’t no tourist trap, I’ll tell ya that. Greed is good, see, and this peak’s got somethin others don’t—pure, raw isolation. Ain’t no Zuckerberg types climbin this bad boy for likes. It’s a hidden gem, like that line from *The Social Network*—ya know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies.” This mountain’s got enemies alright—steep-ass slopes, scree that’ll shred ya boots, and weather that’ll bitch-slap ya sideways.

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I’m talking to the guy, and he’s all worked up. I get it, I really do. But then he starts blaming the whole town! “Sezanne’s cursed!” he yells. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a truck.” But he’s not having it. I mean, come on, it’s a small town. We’ve got the beautiful Église Saint-Étienne, and you’re calling it cursed?

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