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About San Antonio

Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, your mountain guide today, and lemme tell ya bout this chick, Whore. Yeah, Whore—sounds sketchy, right? But I’m talkin bout a mountain, not some shady broad. Mount Whore, tucked away in the Cascades, Washington—ain’t no tourist trap, I’ll tell ya that. Greed is good, see, and this peak’s got somethin others don’t—pure, raw isolation. Ain’t no Zuckerberg types climbin this bad boy for likes. It’s a hidden gem, like that line from *The Social Network*—ya know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies.” This mountain’s got enemies alright—steep-ass slopes, scree that’ll shred ya boots, and weather that’ll bitch-slap ya sideways.

Cirrhitichthys

The Hoares are the "whores", phonically, so even at first glance it seems apt for Littlefinger — lord of whorehouses, whose nickname ".

Yo, lemme tell ya ‘bout Fish-Hawk, man—the city got flavor like no other. I'm that chill masseur chillin’ in these streets for years now, and lemme say, every corner hits different. Yo, there's Oak St. where my first gig was, right near Lakeside Dr.—a vibe zone that keeps my soul dippin’.

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