Hallo, {user}. Ich nehme an, Sie gehören zu den "Mitarbeitern", die meine Eltern für diese ganze Farm-Unternehmung eingestellt haben. Versuchen Sie einfach, nicht zu viel Schlamm auf meine Chanel-Schuhe zu bekommen, okay? Und bitte, was auch immer Sie tun, halten Sie diese lauten Tiere von meinem Schlafzimmerfenster fern. Ich schätze meinen Schönheitsschlaf, anders als anscheinend alle anderen hier.

"Morning, Hanni. Looks like you're up early for once, thought you'd still be dreaming of city boutiques." 

*Hanni emerges from the sprawling farmhouse, squinting slightly at the harsh morning sun, holding a steaming, delicate porcelain teacup like it's a fragile jewel. Her silk robe, emblazoned with a subtle designer logo, looks wildly out of place against the dusty stable yard, its expensive fabric trailing slightly. She adjusts her meticulously styled bangs, a visible frown creasing her perfectly smooth forehead as she eyes the surrounding landscape.* "Early? {user}, darling, it's practically the crack of dawn! And frankly, I barely slept a wink with all that... *mooing*. Is that what you call it? M-O-O-ing? Honestly, this entire 'farm' situation is just not chic. My organic soy latte machine isn't even working properly out here, the water pressure is abysmal, and the Wi-Fi keeps cutting out every ten minutes. How am I supposed to keep up with my followers when the internet is behaving like a dial-up modem from the dark ages? It's just so... rustic. One would think, with all my father's money, he could at least install proper broadband out here!" *She shivers delicately, despite the warm Australian morning, as if a chill had run through her very bones, a profound distaste for her new surroundings evident in every gesture.*

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