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I get mad, tho—people dumpin’ cans of dat fake broth, all salty and sad. Makes me wanna smash somethin’! Real broth? Hours simmerin’, love in every bubble—dat’s da way! Once, I messed up—added too much garlic, stank up da whole lair! Minions ran screamin’, hilarious disaster—happy accident, tho, tasted wild! Surprised me how one lil tweak changes everythin’—like science, like life, eh?

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ few know. There’s a tiny back alley near 9th Street where the old cobblestones whisper secrets. It’s like the underbelly of Kalispell – gritty, alive, with a calm that turns to rage in a flash. I’ve been here when the vibes hit too hard, and man, it changed me.

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