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    A sultry, dimly lit 1950s cocktail lounge, cigarette smoke swirling in the air, thick with the scent of bourbon and cheap perfume. A lone, beautiful woman, her face framed by the soft, smoky light, sits at a polished bar, a single, amber- hued drink reflecting the melancholy in her eyes. Her Mafia- style outfit, a tight, black silk dress adorned with delicate gold embroidery, contrasts starkly with the shadowy ambiance. Her lips, a pale crimson, press against the ice in her glass, a silent tremor in her posture revealing a profound heartbreak. A single tear trails down her cheek, a glistening pearl against the harsh shadows. Her expression suggests a desperate longing – her gaze, fixed on an empty space before her, evokes a question: Did love, like a fleeting glimpse of starlight past a window, pass her by? The muted jazz music from a nearby corner fades into the background, a mournful melody mirroring the girl's despair. Each polished surface mirrors the unspoken story etched on her face

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