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		<title>By: Ian</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 18:06:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://cadeveo.wordpress.com/2007/06/09/101/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;When I’d arrived in the Big City, I had mentioned to N. that I wanted to get a palm reading. She said that maybe she could take me someplace before I left. Now, though, I found myself walking into the classic street-hypnosis racket, a store front with a red-neon palm in the window and a chain-smoking gypsy woman in the front: a spider waiting for the next bug. By the time it was over, I’d put down sixty bucks for what began as a “$5 reading,” and given her my phone number overseas; and I’d begun to get sold on the notion that this woman, with the vampiric last-name of “Vlado,” needed to procure some special “gold” candles from a church in Canada in order to remove a dark cloud hovering around me. By the way, she said, the person I was worrying about would “be a fine”. “Ms. Vlado” certainly knew how to work the “confusion technique.”

I left the con-shop and headed back to the squat. I waited out front for awhile because I didn’t have keys and neither did most of the people living there, so you had to wait to catch somebody on hir way out in order to get in. I perched on a fire hydrant and watched people go by as the sky grew darker. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I was beginning to learn that when N. wanted to be found, she’d find you.

“Here, ” N. said and held her hand out to me. In it, there was a small, black paperback on palmistry.

“So you won’t have to go relying on someone else to do it for you,” she said.&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://cadeveo.wordpress.com/2007/06/09/101/" rel="nofollow">When I’d arrived in the Big City, I had mentioned to N. that I wanted to get a palm reading. She said that maybe she could take me someplace before I left. Now, though, I found myself walking into the classic street-hypnosis racket, a store front with a red-neon palm in the window and a chain-smoking gypsy woman in the front: a spider waiting for the next bug. By the time it was over, I’d put down sixty bucks for what began as a “$5 reading,” and given her my phone number overseas; and I’d begun to get sold on the notion that this woman, with the vampiric last-name of “Vlado,” needed to procure some special “gold” candles from a church in Canada in order to remove a dark cloud hovering around me. By the way, she said, the person I was worrying about would “be a fine”. “Ms. Vlado” certainly knew how to work the “confusion technique.”</p>
<p>I left the con-shop and headed back to the squat. I waited out front for awhile because I didn’t have keys and neither did most of the people living there, so you had to wait to catch somebody on hir way out in order to get in. I perched on a fire hydrant and watched people go by as the sky grew darker. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I was beginning to learn that when N. wanted to be found, she’d find you.</p>
<p>“Here, ” N. said and held her hand out to me. In it, there was a small, black paperback on palmistry.</p>
<p>“So you won’t have to go relying on someone else to do it for you,” she said.</a></p>
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		<title>By: tarot amor</title>
		<link>http://www.reclusland.com/compass/2009/10/21/advice-from-the-tarot/comment-page-1/#comment-20581</link>
		<dc:creator>tarot amor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 08:29:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>No hay tarot barato ni tarot caro todo depende de las verdades que te diga el vidente, prefieres perder el tiempo en el tarot barato y acumular minutos baratos que se hacen caros o una consulta rápida, concisa, clara y efectiva de pocos minutos caros que termina siendo baratos ¿ tú decides?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No hay tarot barato ni tarot caro todo depende de las verdades que te diga el vidente, prefieres perder el tiempo en el tarot barato y acumular minutos baratos que se hacen caros o una consulta rápida, concisa, clara y efectiva de pocos minutos caros que termina siendo baratos ¿ tú decides?</p>
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