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So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

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So, West-Wickham is a mix-up of posh houses and those hidden back alleys. I love wandering down Ivy Lane – yeah, that little lane behind the Old Clock Tower (mad old bloke, that landmark, tickin’ away since forever!). I sometimes get lost in the maze of side streets, where secret gardens pop up like dreams – or nightmares, dunno, like, “What a shit twist, man!” Shockin’ vibes everywhere.

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