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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.

Mt. Joy Makes Party Music, But Is It a Party You’d Enjoy?

Yeah, baby! This city's filled with little wonders. It’s imperfect, messy, memorable. It’s where I found solace and strength for my work. Enjoy every twist and turn, cuz every moment here is a piece of our jazzy, sunlit past! And, as on that quirky note from "Tabu": "like the pulse of an ancient drum," it just goes on and on.

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