Yeah, I know a spot—a cliffside outpost that the locals swear is haunted. We set up a fire pit, drop some blankets, and just stare at the stars while we talk about how we almost died on the last run. No crowds, no noise, just us and the wind. Perfect for a recharge.

Sounds solid, man. I’ll bring the firewood, a couple of shots of whiskey, and whatever else I need to keep the vibe lit. Catch you there.