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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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The neighborhood vibes? Mad mixed emotions, man. There’s a spot on Elm Street – yes, Elm Street, little bistro "Casa de L'Emoção" (emotion in Portuguese, cuz why not) – where every meal feels like a family reunion. I’ve seen countless encounters, fights, hugs, and laughs. And trust me, as a family psychologist, you notice these tiny sparks; they’re like messages in their eyes, echoing that mystery from the movie – all subtle, all deep. Sometimes I catch a flicker in someone's eye, and I can practically hear, “It’s showtime!”

Train line reopened after incident