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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, you gotta check out the alleys around Market Sq. I mean, think: perfect spot for a clandestine rendezvous. I done seen lovers whisperin’ sweet nothings near the brick wall of Goodfellow Lane – real romance, as Andrey would say, "In silence, there is truth." Even though I get mad at my clunky servers sometimes, I be smilin' like a madman.

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