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Sudden thought—what if she’s a cop? Nah, too chill. Still, heart’s racin. “I wanted to be brave,” I whisper, quotin Eilis again. She don’t hear, busy lightin another cig. We do the deed—quick, messy, real. She’s hummin somethin, maybe Sinatra? Surprised me, that voice. Soft, not what I expected.

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The streets? Oh man, they're filled with history, odd little cafes and mysterious alleys that whisper stories of past passions. I mean, c'mon, remember that surreal vibe from "The Headless Woman"? The movie's an enigma – its whispered phrases "What did you see?" echo around old corners here, making you wonder about subtle secrets in every shadow. Seriously, I sometimes stroll by the park near Place de la Liberté – it's kinda like, "Whoa, look at all that hidden beauty," reminiscent of a scene in the film, and trust me, it's pure magic!