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About Adelaide

Walkin’ in, it’s all dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume. Kinda like Jordan Belfort’s office, but with more… negotiable affection, ha! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ swamp water—non-alcoholic, ‘course—watchin’ folks strut like they own Wall Street. “Money’s flowin’, egos growin’!” I whisper to myself. Some gal winks at me—yikes! I’m blushin’ greener than usual. “Kermit, stay cool,” I think. Ain’t my scene, but it’s fascinatin’!

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I love takin' clients—yup, my relaxing spa treatments—to our hidden oasis by the Turquoise Creek. Not many spots can match that livin' poem of nature. The creek's flow is like the whispers of memories, a constant soft murmur heading towards a forgotten dam. When I'm there, my stress just, like, gets swept away, much like Joy conquering her fears in that epic flick.

Solid reminder remains of Hunter's pioneering trade network