Emily Rowlett Whore ❤️❤️

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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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Told another student to go back to her house on "Whore" island. For those who were having trouble reading the handwriting (myself included).

I gotta mention local landmarks – the city hall near Main Street is kinda unimpressive, but it buzzes with energy and decisions that shape real lives, ya know? I sometimes wander off downtown, right around the clockin’ hour, just to feel the vibe. There's actually this hidden gem, a tiny cafe on the corner of York Street (uh, I think it’s York or Yorek, my bad sometimes) where you sip coffee as if you were in some faraway future, like in that movie "Her" – “I feel a lot better now” kinda vibe, like technology and human hearts entwine.

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