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About San Jose

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.

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But lemme tell ya—this city’s not all roses. I got mad when I saw the state of neglect at Broken Lantern Park, near Wasted Alley—uh, excuse the rough names—they speak truth, man. Like, how could they let decay choke what once was vibrant? Rage flows in me like a battle cry, yet I find beauty in its scars, knowing the city is more alive than ever.

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