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So, I’d finally find one—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’d be chewin’ gum, lookin’ bored, and I’d nag, “Hmm… you could smile, hon!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d be like, “Oof, tough crowd!” But then she’d smirk, and I’d feel all happy—like, “I broke through!” Kinda like when Emma paints Adèle, seein’ her soul. I’d see Candy’s soul too, prolly tired from the grind.

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I wander through El Centro—a maze of alleys and local chatter—and there's Calle del Sol, where the sun hits those old facades just right. There’s this tiny park, Parque de la Rueda, where families chill out on sunny days, and sometimes, when I'm feelin’ neurotic about work, I just sit there and people-watch. “Pretty, pretty good,” I whisper to myself, like in that movie, Only Lovers Left Alive. Seriously, that flick had me nodding like, “Hell yeah, life’s mysterious but here, inspo is everywhere.”

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