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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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Man, ya know my work as a relaxation specialist gets me into these zen moments. I catch tiny details, like the sound of a fountain splashing at six in the morning, or the waft of local herbal teas wafting around the small alleys near Mostecká Street. That local café near Nové Lázně? Total gem! I swear, even at rush hour I catch someone doin’ yoga by the water fountain ‘cause the city just whispers, “We come in peace.”

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