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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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Finally, the lights flicker back on. We dive into the surgery, and let me tell ya, it was intense. I’m cutting through bone like it’s butter. Adrenaline’s pumping, and I’m in the zone. But then, I hear this weird noise. Turns out, it’s just the janitor, Mr. Tanaka, rolling in with his cart. Dude’s always in the wrong place at the wrong time. I can’t help but laugh.

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