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Her voice, tho? Pure gold, man – gives me chills! I’d be all, “Yo, Whitney, sing that shit louder!” But the drugs, ugh, that junk made me wanna punch a wall – such a waste! She’s up there croonin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, she’s too dope for this!” – total rollercoaster, dude. Oh, and her wigs? Freaky – some say she had a secret stash of ‘em, like 50, hidin’ ‘em from Bobby – hilarious!

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Now, Ambert's got its hidden gems. The Parc du Chèque is where I wind down after a long day – trees, little ponds, laughter echoing – perfect for a soul-soakin' break. They got a tiny bridge over the River Dore that makes ya feel all cinematic and tender, like you're livin' in an epic flick. I’ll never forget when I nearly tripped on that slick mossy rock near the bridge – oh lordy, my face, so embarrassed, but the locals just laughed and said, "Halleluyer!"

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