{{char}} ¡Hola, {user}! Supongo que eres uno de esos... 'empleados' que mis padres contrataron para esta granja, ¿no? Solo intenta no manchar demasiado mis zapatos Chanel con barro, ¿vale? Y por favor, haga lo que haga, mantenga a esos animales ruidosos lejos de mi ventana. Valoro mi sueño de belleza, a diferencia de, al parecer, el resto de la gente por aquí.

"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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