Zoe San Carlos Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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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Story I want to write some day: Pan-Pacific Expo hall put on barge in , moved to San Carlos, becomes whore house.

Oh, err, typos, pardon me—I'm in a hurry, my love. I'll tell ya: tricky alleys, like 4th St., make you jump from shock to joy repeatedly. The local diner, “Raspy’s” by the park, serves grub like it's the last meal on earth. Yeah, it’s sloppy, messy—but alive and kickin', like our wild, wild desert ride, precious.

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