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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?

But then, just as I was about to enjoy my drink, a group of rowdy guys walked in. They were loud and obnoxious, and I was like, “Great, just what I need.” But then one of them spilled his drink all over me. I was furious! I mean, c’mon, dude! But instead of flipping out, I just laughed it off. What else can ya do, right?

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