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So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

'Prostitution village' in India tries to go digital

Suddenly, I see this old guy fishing. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s his secret?” I go over and ask him. He says, “Just enjoy the moment, my friend.” I’m like, “Yeah, easy for you to say. You’re not dealing with a poopy laptop!” But it kinda hits me. Maybe I need to chill too.