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FIRST IMPRESSIONS
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Marvin and his mother stepped off the plane onto the tarmac at Neovalle’s sleek, modern airport.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the city skyline in the distance.

It felt like stepping into another world—one that seemed light-years ahead of the life they had left behind.

As they made their way through the terminal, Marvin pulled out his phone and opened a rideshare app.

Within minutes, they were greeted by a dark blue Uber, its electric engine was humming softly as it pulled up to the curb.

“Hello! Marvin and Sophia Richmond, right?” the driver asked with a friendly smile. He was a middle-aged man with a kind face and a name tag that read Elian.

“Yes, that’s us,” Marvin confirmed. “Um, we are kinda new around and we would like to ask if you can recommend a good hotel around here? Something top-notch.”

Elian’s eyes lit up. “Oh, definitely! You’ll want to check out The Aurora Grand. It’s one of the best hotels in Neovalle. Five-star service, stunning views, and all th
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