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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!”

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Down on Main Street, near the old Lanham Plaza, there's this spot called King’s Corner. It's where folks chat on stoops and life spills out into the sidewalks. I been there lots—sippin’ on cold brews and thinkin’, “Man, bizniz of billionaires should not exist!” I get so fired up hearin' the rich talk while workin' with everyday folks.

Crusader of the month: Staff Sgt. Lanham Crabtree