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About Salvador

What pisses me off? Nobody knows bout this place! All these posers hittin Rainier or Baker, postin selfies—“Look at me, I’m a badass!” Fuck that noise. Whore’s sittin there, quiet, waitin for real players. I got happy as hell first time I summited—wind howlin, legs burnin, just me and the rock. Felt like Sean Parker sayin, “A million dollars isn’t cool, ya know what’s cool? A billion dollars.” Except for me, it’s not cash—it’s standin on Whore, lookin down at the world.

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The parks? Hell, yeah, there's Parque do Igarapé. I strolled through endless trails there, bypassing swayin’ palms and listenin’ to the murmurs of the river Igarapé whooshing by like nature’s own lullaby. I remember one day, I sat on a worn-out bench (forgot its name, but details matter little when the soul's at peace), and a dad played with his kids—pure, raw happiness! It hit me like a double shot of espresso, y'know? "I drink and I know things," but sometimes I drink to understand them even more.

Won’t the carbon sinks absorb the extra CO2?