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A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradise

I grew up in a cozy, close-knit town nestled in [region, e.g., the heart of Texas/the countryside of Provence], where Sunday roasts and smoky backyard BBQs were the heartbeat of our community. As a curious child, I’d perch on a stool in my grandfather’s bustling butcher shop, wide eyed as he transformed rustic cuts into tender masterpieces.

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