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Darling, let’s not pretend—we know precisely the effect of a well-timed smile, a perfectly arched brow, and that accidental touch that lingers just a moment too long. In an age of swing bands, victory rolls, and silk-stocking dreams, there lies an unspoken code of flirtation. It is neither loud nor rushed. It whispers. It teases. It waits. You see, the modern woman of 1943 doesn’t need to chase. She strolls past, letting her perfume do the chasing for her. She knows her worth, and more importantly, she knows the thrill of letting him realize it in due time. Start with the glance—not (...)