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Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s a fellow vet and always brings snacks. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!” We’re munching on some onigiri, and I’m telling him about Mr. Whiskers. He’s cracking up, and I’m just glad to have a moment of normalcy.

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