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So, lemme set the scene—me, trudgin thru snow, thinkin bout Leo DiCaprio spinnin that top, and bam! This shady guy—total Cobb vibes—whispers bout “a lady down the ridge.” Hmm… I’m like, “What? Up here?” Made me mad as hell—ruinin my peaceful hike with that sleazy nonsense! But also—kinda funny. I mean, who’s climbin 8,000 feet for THAT? “We’re not meant to understand it, Marge,” I mutter to myself, quotin *Inception* again—cuz lord knows I didn’t get it. Prostitue up a mountain? That’s a new level of “dream within a dream,” huh?

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After that, I decide to take a stroll down the local park on the corner of Triangle Rd. It’s a nice spot, but today? It’s like a scene from a wildlife documentary. Kids are screaming, dogs are barking, and there’s this one kid who’s just... running in circles. I can’t even. I’m laughing, but also thinking, “What’s wrong with this kid?”

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