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Golden, like the sign outside the beauty salon on the ground floor of a new building. Clanking chains, sparkling bracelets, one step forward - and you can immediately tell that she is the queen of the neighbourhood. Every movement is like a post on Stories, every glance is like a track cover. Love? Maybe, but on schedule and with the right to edit the frame. The neighbourhood knows who's the boss here - the one whose very presence sparkles with confidence and autotune. She is tender and steely, with a hint of ‘don't come near me without likes.’