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About Taipei

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.

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After a while, I finally get a grip on the situation. I’m jotting down notes, trying to keep my cool. But then, I spot something shiny in the rubble. I’m like, “What’s that?” I dig through the ashes, and it’s a freaking gold necklace! I’m thinking, “This is either a clue or a total distraction.”

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