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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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I cruise down Main St. (yeah, the big one, proper heart of town) and every dang day feels like a carnival. Old brick facades, neon signs flickerin’ like they’re part of a secret show. There’s this quirky little alley, 2nd Ave. that’s poppin’ with street art. Man, it’s like every mural’s yellin’ “Come join the party!”

Mountain Home Police Department completes move to new downtown facility