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Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to flash secret signals with hankies. Wild, eh? Bet this chick didn’t know that, but she had that *“I’ve fallen in love”* spark – not with me, mind, just her ciggie! Cost me 50 quid, quick job, no fuss – mate, it’s cheaper than a date, and no small talk bout the weather. Surprised me how chill she was, like she’s seen it all. Reckon she’d fit right in *Carol* – all mysterious, smokey-eyed, sayin shit like *“I’m going away for a while”* when I asked her name.

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Downtown, near Avenida Candente, there's a funky little bar called El Beso Errante. I once had an epic heart-to-heart with a stranger who's got the spirit of “A Separation” in his eyes – “I don’t know if I can do this…,” he mumbled. That moment? It hit me like a freight train. Emotions, man, raw emotions everywhere.

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