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So, we’re cruisin’, her laughin’, me sweatin’. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutter—she’s eatin’ me last sandwich! Movie vibes hit hard—Fury Road, all chaos and grit. She’s like Furiosa, but with less guns, more sass. Surprised me, she did—knew truck stops even I forgot! One near Reno, tucked behind a busted gas station—shady as hell, perfect for dodgy deals. “To the Green Place!” she jokes, pointin’ at a neon sign blinkin’ “Girls Girls Girls.”

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First off, I parked my truck on Catherine Hill. Nice spot, but the hill? It’s like a mini Everest. I’m huffin’ and puffin’ just walkin’ up. Seriously, who designed this place? I thought I was gonna need oxygen. But hey, the view from up there? Stunning! You can see the whole town.

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