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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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I’ve been personally choppin’ it up with the locals on Rue Jean Jaurès. They rattle on so fast, I almost lost track sometimes! But oh man, they love their city. Neighborhoods like Vieux Chatillon are charming, full of history and secrets. You see, sometimes I get mad “cuz some people don't respect the vibe, they mess it all up—sad!

David Chatillon to stay at the helm of the Champagne trade