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First time? Pissed me OFF. Weather turned – bam! Snow in my FACE. Slipped on ice – nearly ate it. Thought, “This ain’t no stroll, Chris!” Second go, I’m smarter – brought whiskey. Helps the cold, warms the soul. Got halfway, saw this old climber’s shack – abandoned. Locals say some nutjob lived there, 1800s, runnin’ a REAL brothel. Ha! Dudes climbin’ for a different peak, if ya catch me.

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Now, let me rap about the waterfront—oh, sweet baby, it’s something else. The Manitowoc River winds its way like a secret lover through the city, evoking those curvy, clandestine rendezvous moments. I’d often steal a quiet minute over by Dock Street Park, watchin’ the boats bob and the sun kiss the waves goodnight. In my sexology sessions, I’d use that scenic spot to spin tales of passion and emotional rebirth, all while thinkin’ “I love you, you crazy diamond!” (ok, not exactly Moonrise, but ya get the idea, baby!).

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