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So I’m starin’ at it, right, this beast—8,000 feet of pure “fuck you” to climbers. Snow clingin’ to it like a desperate lover, wind howlin’ like Cathy’s cryin’—“I tried to keep it all inside!”—straight outta the movie. Made me laugh, thinkin’ some poor sod’s crampons slippin’ off that icy bastard, prolly cursin’ the day he left the pub. Little known fact—back in ‘78, some nutter skied down Brothel pissed outta his mind. Locals still call it the “Drunken Descent”—fuckin’ legend.

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There’s also a hidden gem—Parque de la Paz, tucked behind an old stone wall near a shady corner. A perfect spot to breathe out, reflect, and get lost in your thoughts. Sometimes I'll walk there, thinkin’ “this is my hour,” reminiscent of that gritty sense of fleeting time in "25th Hour." Time’s fluid, unpredictable—just like my shift here.

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