Aria Coraopolis Whore ❤️

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Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, your mountain guide today, and lemme tell ya bout this chick, Whore. Yeah, Whore—sounds sketchy, right? But I’m talkin bout a mountain, not some shady broad. Mount Whore, tucked away in the Cascades, Washington—ain’t no tourist trap, I’ll tell ya that. Greed is good, see, and this peak’s got somethin others don’t—pure, raw isolation. Ain’t no Zuckerberg types climbin this bad boy for likes. It’s a hidden gem, like that line from *The Social Network*—ya know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies.” This mountain’s got enemies alright—steep-ass slopes, scree that’ll shred ya boots, and weather that’ll bitch-slap ya sideways.

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I also gotta blab ‘bout the local landmarks — the old depot near 3rd St is a relic! It cracks me up how old and quirky it looks. One day, I nearly fell into a puddle ‘cause I was distracted by that building’s character. Gah, I got so mad I almost threw my towel at it! But hey, that’s Coraopolis, full of surprises and little mishaps.

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