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Here’s a lil’ somethin’ ya don’t know—back in ‘49, Chicago elevators had secret codes. Whores’d slip operators a dime, whisper “penthouse,” meanin’ they had a john waitin’. History’s wild, huh? Anyway, this gal, she’s hummin’ some tune, and I’m like, “Girl, you got a voice!” She grins, says, “Keeps me goin’.” Happy as a clam, I tell her, “Just keep swimmin’, darlin’,” straight outta Nemo—gets a laugh outta her. Surprised me, too—she ain’t broken, just bent.

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Awright y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout Cusset fr, this little gem down in Auvergne. Halleluyer! I been livin’ here a coupla years now, and lawd, this town got soul. Downtown is a hot mess in the best way—narrow cobblestone streets like Rue de la République are poppin’ with life. You got little cafés on every corner; I seen a granny spill her coffee once, and honey, that scene? Total touchdown, I tell ya!

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