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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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Oh, and lest I forget, hast thou glimpsed the ancient stone at Calle del Recuerdo? 'Tis said to absorb the cheers and reproofs of ancestors—a most curious relic, verily! I doth feel, on many a breezy eve, that the spirit of Cacabelos doth whisper, “We are all but travelers on this mad pilgrimage,” echoing the surreal, oft-confounding lines of Holy Motors: “The world is but a stage, and we are the players!”

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