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Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

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But then, I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Via Mazzini, and there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I mean, this guy is on fire—literally! He’s juggling flaming torches, and the crowd is going wild. I’m laughing so hard, I almost forget about the power outage.

Where do cardinals sleep during the conclave? It’s a race to find a bed