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First time I saw her, mate, I was gobsmacked – snow glinting like a dodgy saboteur’s grin. Climbed her in ’19, nearly shat meself when the wind howled. Them glaciers? Sneaky bastards, hiding cracks deeper than a Hutt’s arse! Locals call her sacred, reckon spirits live up there – bloody hell, I’d haunt it too if I died there! Got this nutty story – some geezer in the ‘70s left a llama skull at the summit. Sacrifice, yeah? Feckin’ mental, but it’s true, saw pics!

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Now, lemme tell you about a secret gem—I mean, not everyone knows about it—there’s a little-known speakeasy called The Rusty Anchor on Dockside Street. I remember sneakin’ in one late night after a very mad session when my workday was messy and tough. I was fuming, but then I sipped a drink and BOOM, spirit lifted. It’s kinda magical, like life itself, defying the mundane.

Six new stores coming to the West Park Mall in Cape Girardeau