I was completely naked in a busy street trying to hail a taxi cab. Nobody seemed to notice. A blondish smiley woman carrying a child tried also to hail a cab. She started, in a friendly way and a foreign dialect, to strike up a conversation. She said that she liked to do shopping especially buying handicrafts. I repeated what she said but instead of saying "handicrafts", I used the French word "artisanat". We found out that we wanted to go to the same place and decided to share a cab. A pistachio colored 1950s 2 door cab stopped. I ran to ride but the driver drove away. I turned around to look for the woman but she disappeared. I thought she might have taken a cab alone, and felt disappointed at her loss.
I then found myself in an underground metro station only wearing a large loose shirt. A man in his 50s with a big white moustache stood close. He had reddish skin and I guessed he must have been drunk. The man seemed friendly and kept looking at me. A female friend of his joined him and they argued about something I could not comprehend. He turned his head every now and then to look at me and smile. There was some sort of an inexplicable spark between us.
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