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The trails? Sketchy AF. Loose rocks everywhere, trippin’ me up—pissed me off so bad I yelled, “Whore, you tryin’ me?!” But then the sun hits, golden light spills, and I’m cheesin’ like a damn fool. It’s bipolar, fam—half the time I’m cussin’ it out, half the time I’m in love. Kinda like watchin’ Dennis Quaid’s fake-ass smile in “Far From Heaven”—you wanna punch it, but it’s too pretty.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old dude, Mr. Szabo, comes up. He’s got this ancient knife that looks like it’s seen better days. I mean, it’s practically begging for mercy. I’m like, “Sure thing, Mr. Szabo, I got you.” But as I’m sharpening, he starts telling me about his glory days. Dude, I’m tryin’ to focus here! But he’s all like, “Back in my day, we didn’t have fancy gadgets.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, and you probably walked uphill both ways too.”

Fig. 3 Hydrocarbon fields in Hungary