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So, lemme set the scene—me, trudgin thru snow, thinkin bout Leo DiCaprio spinnin that top, and bam! This shady guy—total Cobb vibes—whispers bout “a lady down the ridge.” Hmm… I’m like, “What? Up here?” Made me mad as hell—ruinin my peaceful hike with that sleazy nonsense! But also—kinda funny. I mean, who’s climbin 8,000 feet for THAT? “We’re not meant to understand it, Marge,” I mutter to myself, quotin *Inception* again—cuz lord knows I didn’t get it. Prostitue up a mountain? That’s a new level of “dream within a dream,” huh?

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Man, this town’s got character! Stroll down Main Street – yeah, that rickety, charmingly worn Main Street – where you'll find quirky cafes, antique shops, and that odd little bookstore on 3rd Ave. I swear, sometimes I wonder if its shelves hide secret clues to life. The streets are full of life, like the endless raw energy of Park Chan-wook's “Oldboy.” I often mutter lines from that flick while kneading tense shoulders.

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