Moles on certain body parts can predict luck or personality (e.g., palm = good luck, chest = true lover)

Liza: [laughs while sipping iced coffee] Marco, look at this mole on my palm. My lola always said people with this are lucky with money. That explains why I keep finding coins in my bag!

Marco: Or it explains why you never clean your bag properly. [grins] But seriously, a mole on your palm predicting wealth? That’s a stretch.

Liza: Hey, don’t mock it. My aunt has a mole on her chest, and she’s been married happily for twenty years. Chest mole means “true lover,” right?

Marco: Or it means she married someone compatible and worked on the relationship. Correlation isn’t causation, Liza.

Liza: You always say that. But how do you explain my cousin? He has a mole on his foot, and he’s always traveling for work. The elders say that means a restless life.

Marco: Lots of people travel for work without foot moles. Airlines don’t check feet before hiring. [laughs] From a biology standpoint, moles are just clusters of pigment cells—melanocytes. Genetics and sun exposure, that’s it.

Liza: You say that now, but these beliefs didn’t come from nowhere. Filipinos passed them down for generations. They must’ve noticed patterns.

Marco: Humans are really good at seeing patterns—even when they’re random. If ten people with palm moles struggle financially, no one remembers them. But one lucky person? Suddenly the mole gets the credit.

Liza: Hmm. Still, it’s comforting. When life is uncertain, it’s nice to think something on your body means you’re destined for good things.

Marco: I get that. Beliefs can be emotionally useful. I just worry when people rely on them too much—like choosing partners or careers because of a mole.

Liza: Okay, fair. I wouldn’t dump someone just because they lack a “true lover” mole. [smiles] But I’ll still tease you if you ever get one.

Marco: Deal. And if I suddenly become rich, you can say it was my imaginary palm mole all along.

Liza: See? Science and superstition can coexist—just don’t ruin my fun.

Marco: As long as the mole doesn’t start making your life decisions, we’re good.

Liza: Agreed. Now check your arm. Who knows? Maybe you’re secretly lucky.

Marco: Or secretly human. That’s lucky enough for me.