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I knew this one gal—let’s call her Tammy. Met her down in N’awlins, swear to God, she was a firecracker! Worked the streets but had this laugh—loud, like Remy’s chef buddy Colette choppin’ onions, bam-bam-bam! She told me once, “Sugar, I’m just tryna eat.” Broke my dang heart. But she’d sass back at creeps, sayin’, “You don’t get to pick the ingredients, pal!” Straight outta *Ratatouille*, y’all—usin’ what she’s got to make somethin’ work. Made me chuckle, too—girl had spunk!

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Now, let me gush—my absolute fave secret spot is this tiny, tucked-away teashop on Birch Lane. It’s like stepping into a time machine. I often take my break there—sip a cuppa and think, "Ah, meus amicos, vida est pulcherrima!" But careful – it’s so hidden some poor sod might downright miss it if not paying attention.

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