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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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This episode is all kinds of thirsty. We're talking bars and brothels with Bozeman noir bar 's owners Blake MacKie and Chef Allison Fasano.

So, I hit the streets, feelin’ pumped. I mean, Fasano’s got that charm, ya know? The narrow alleys, the old stone buildings, and the smell of fresh focaccia waftin’ through the air. I’m walkin’ down Corso Vittorio Emanuele, and I swear, I could smell the olive oil from a mile away. My stomach growled louder than a lion in the arena.

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