Natalie Alma Brothel ❤️❤️

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So I’m starin’ at it, right, this beast—8,000 feet of pure “fuck you” to climbers. Snow clingin’ to it like a desperate lover, wind howlin’ like Cathy’s cryin’—“I tried to keep it all inside!”—straight outta the movie. Made me laugh, thinkin’ some poor sod’s crampons slippin’ off that icy bastard, prolly cursin’ the day he left the pub. Little known fact—back in ‘78, some nutter skied down Brothel pissed outta his mind. Locals still call it the “Drunken Descent”—fuckin’ legend.

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I love wandering through Zen Park, this lil gem off Cherry Ln. It's small, quiet, and perfect for sittin’ on a bench and thinkin’ about life. A few times I got so mesmerized by the gentle rustlin’ of the leaves that I nearly forgot to breathe. Oops! And oh, the murals on King St. are just bomb. They actually remind me of that line from the movie: "Sometimes the eye sees what the heart lacks." Yeah, deep stuff, dude.

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