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About Dallas

Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, your mountain guide today, and lemme tell ya bout this chick, Whore. Yeah, Whore—sounds sketchy, right? But I’m talkin bout a mountain, not some shady broad. Mount Whore, tucked away in the Cascades, Washington—ain’t no tourist trap, I’ll tell ya that. Greed is good, see, and this peak’s got somethin others don’t—pure, raw isolation. Ain’t no Zuckerberg types climbin this bad boy for likes. It’s a hidden gem, like that line from *The Social Network*—ya know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies.” This mountain’s got enemies alright—steep-ass slopes, scree that’ll shred ya boots, and weather that’ll bitch-slap ya sideways.

Where to Nest

We're learning more about two Allentown police officers charged with raping a prostitute Greg van Nest. Disgraceful. Put them in jail. 12 jam.

Oh, I forgot to mention the quirky murals splashed on old brick walls along Fulton Ave. They’re like a colorful shout, sayin’ "You’re special!" every time you wander by. Each mural’s got a story, and my ol’ heart sings when I see ‘em. Life here is a series of delightful teeter-totters – sometimes you’re beamish happy (like Joy goin’ all out in that movie!) and sometimes you’re all introspective (Gosh, even Sadness has her charm, kinda like I feel reflectin’ on my own missteps; tyop five, tyop six).

Van Nest Little League’s Opening Day