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But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

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With a crack whore from Betws Garmon Picking magic mushrooms in Old Colwyn Doing hot-knives and giggling. Taking poppers at Hammerfest And snorting cocaine.

So, we’re workin’ away, and I’m feelin’ good again. But then, the weather takes a turn. Typical Hammerfest, right? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like the sky opened up and dumped a bucket of water on us. I’m soaked, and my wood is gettin’ all soggy. I’m like, “C’mon, can’t a guy catch a break?”

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