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Golden, like the sign above the beauty salon on the first floor of a new building. Clanking chains, sparkling bracelets, one step - and you can immediately tell that she's the queen of the neighborhood. 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 neighborhood knows who's the boss here - the one whose very presence sparkles with confidence and autotune. She is tender, steely, and a little bit “don't come near me without likes.”