Is slipping a tiny hand‑printed linocut into someone's coffee sleeve after a flirty San Telmo night romantic or creepy?
Confession: after a cheeky gallery chat and a few tangos of small talk, I stamped a miniature linocut and tucked it into their cup sleeve before they left. Would you treasure it, ask about it, or feel weirded out?
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