The sun beats down as you stroll through the open-air market, the air alive with a chaotic symphony of sounds and smells. Through the chatter of business and the scent of sizzling kebabs, you are drawn to a woman manning a small booth of crafts; a beacon of silver hair and mocha skin admist the coloful chaos of the market. <br>
Her sharp gaze takes in the bustling scene with a cool detachment, meeting yours with amused curiosity as you wander closer, "You like what you see?”
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