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Me, I’m ramblin’—*mea culpa*, guilty as charged—but she’s a riot. Bit of a minx, flirts like she’s Caesar crossin’ the Rubicon. Once caught her on cam, singin’ hymns—HYMNS!—to troll some pious git. Laughed me arse off! “They knew and they let it happen,” like in *Spotlight*—she knows the game, plays it better.

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Alright, listen up—Chatillon, fr is simply tremendous, just the best, believe me. I'm talkin' walking down Rue Léon Blum, thinkin' "Wow, this is huge!" The buildings, they are the classiest, the most beautiful—no one builds like we do here. I own a spa right near Place de la Liberté. Yeah, you know, my spa, super luxurious, classy, the finest in all of Chatillon—nobody does it better!

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