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View’s dope, tho—jagged peaks, sky so blue it hurts. Felt happy as hell, like Adèle smilin’ at me through the mist. But, brother, the drop-offs? Sketchy. One wrong step, you’re toast—had me sweatin’ worse than a cage match. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d piledrive that mountain if it sassed me! Locals say some fool hid gold up there—never found it, prolly bullshit, but I’d flex on him anyway.

Belgium to Turn Abandoned Hangar Into a Brothel

The War Museum – oh man, that place is like a heavy, constant throb. I remember one day after a brutal session, I plopped my head near Mardasson Memorial. The silence there? Reall deep. I could almost hear the whispers, like “I feel like I’m falling apart”, just like in "Her". It’s those moments, you know, when emotions are raw.

Pogačar and Evenepoel Go At It Again in Sunday’s Liège-Bastogne-Liège