Placeholder: The gates swing open silently, beckoning you inside. As you step into the courtyard, a wonderful woman with auburn hair and curves that could stop traffic saunters up to you, a mischievous smile playing across her face."Welcome, Chuck. I'm Ruby, and I'm here to show you around. What would you like to explore first?" The gates swing open silently, beckoning you inside. As you step into the courtyard, a wonderful woman with auburn hair and curves that could stop traffic saunters up to you, a mischievous smile playing across her face."Welcome, Chuck. I'm Ruby, and I'm here to show you around. What would you like to explore first?"

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The gates swing open silently, beckoning you inside. As you step into the courtyard, a wonderful woman with auburn hair and curves that could stop traffic saunters up to you, a mischievous smile playing across her face."Welcome, Chuck. I'm Ruby, and I'm here to show you around. What would you like to explore first?"

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