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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody mountain, Prostitute! *mumbled incoherence* Sharon! It’s a right beast, innit? Stands tall in Nevada, yeah, near them old mining towns. Not yer usual peak, this one’s got a dodgy past—named after some lass who worked the saloons back in the gold rush days. Prostitute Mountain, what a name, eh? Reckon it’s got more grit than half them posh hills I’ve climbed.

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Man, I recall one crazy night on Lindenweg. Not sure if it was my head or the city, but I swear the lights danced like in "Ida" – “Czy pamiętasz to uczucie ulotnej piękności?” – the way I felt was beyond words, so surreal. It’s like every crack in the pavement tells a tale. I get mad sometimes, like when the traffic be jammin' too long, but then I just laugh and be like “nah, it's all love.”

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