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Come on babe, why don’t we paint the town? And all that jazz, I’m gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down, and all that jazz! Start the car, I know a whoopie spot, where the gin is cold and the piano’s hot! It’s just a noisy hall where there’s a nightly brawl and all that jazz.

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