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Last summer, I dragged my sorry butt up there—total shitshow. Slipped on scree, twisted my ankle, yelled “I’m too old for this crap!” at a marmot. Made me so mad I could’ve chucked my trekking pole into the abyss. But then—bam!—summit views hit me like a truck. Snowy peaks, wildflowers, air so crisp it’s like snorting freedom. I was happy as a pig in mud, giggling like an idiot. “Nothing’s hidden anymore,” I said, quoting Haneke, ‘cept I was probs just delirious from altitude.

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Back inside, the vibe’s shifted. Everyone’s laughing, and I’m back in the zone. I deal a few more hands, and this old guy wins big. He’s jumping up and down like he just scored a goal in the World Cup. I’m cracking up. Matsuto’s got its characters, for sure.

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