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Hmm… so you wanna talk bout findin a prostitue? Well, lemme tell ya, as a mountain guide, I’ve seen some wild stuff up them peaks, but this? This takes the cake! Nasal snort—Homer’d probly lose his mind if I told him I’m yammerin bout hookers with ya. Anyway, picture this—up in them rocky trails, it’s like *Inception*, ya know, my fave flick! “You musn’t be afraid to dream a lil bigger, darling!”—but insted of dreams, we’re talkin bout findin a gal for a quick buck. Hah! Surprised me first time I heard it—some ol’ miner in ‘98, swear to God, told me bout these secret “mountain ladies” who’d pop up near campsites. Lil known fact—back in the Gold Rush, prostitutes’d hike up to them miner towns, settin up shop in tents! Wild, right?

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I often stroll, yo, around the quaint town square, this little hidden park by the little river, the Affinger Bach. The river ain't much, but it's got style – glistening under the sun, almost poetic. Reminds me of that moment in "25th Hour" when everything's in slow motion, and you can't help but feel the rush of fate, ya know? I've seen the sun set right behind the centuries-old St. Georg Church – almost mythical. Crazy thing, sometimes I walk by there, thinkin’, “This is where my day’s drama kicks off.”

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