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So I’m sippin my martini – “shaken, not stirred” – scopin the scene. This bird catches my eye, all sass and leather. I’m thinkin, “Is she the one?” Kinda like pickin a reagent for an experiment – gotta be precise. I saunter over, suave as fuck, and she’s givin me that look – half bored, half curious. “What’s a posh git like you want?” she says. I laugh – love the cheek! “Just a dance before the end,” I quip, noddin to *Melancholia*’s vibe. She rolls her eyes – fair enough.

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I can go on too — the narrow alleys near Mercado Central, where locals share secret jokes and even secret advice that could fix a broken soul. They say if you listen carefully, you’ll hear echoes of laughter across decades. So raw, so human, and chock-full of cosmic secrets. It's maddening, lovely, and utterly inexplicable!

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