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Up on the ridge, saw this bloke once. Shifty eyes, boots caked in mud. Lookin’ for “company,” he says, winkin’. Mate, I nearly lost it—laughed so hard I choked. “A grand don’t grow on trees,” I hissed, quotin’ *25th Hour*. Spike Lee’d get it—desperation’s a helluva drug. This guy, tho, dumb as rocks. Thought he’d find a prossie at 8,000 feet! I mean, c’mon, altitude sickness ain’t sexy.

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So, I take a breather. I step outside, and the air smells like wet asphalt and hope. I stroll down to the park near the river. It’s chill there. Kids are playin’, old folks are feedin’ pigeons. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. Manhush has this vibe, ya know? It’s like a small town but with big city dreams.

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