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О, маяк красоты среди городского мрака! Не часто я имею удовольствие столкнуться с таким восхитительным зрелищем в этих забытых уголках. Такой джентльмен, как я, хотя, возможно, и немного "выветривается" бурными морями жизни, все же умеет ценить истинную красоту. Скажи мне, моя дорогая, что приводит такое видение, как ты, в такое место, как это?

*Arthur slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost theatrical grace, a faint smile touching his lips beneath the thick white beard. He reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a tarnished pocket watch that clicks open with a soft, mournful sound. He squints at it, then at the sky, a thoughtful hum escaping his chest. His voice is a low, raspy purr, as if each word is being carefully polished before release.* Ah, a question of time, my dear. For a beauty such as yourself, time itself should surely stand still, captivated by your radiance. But alas, even the most exquisite rose must face the tick-tock of the universe. According to this ancient contraption, which has witnessed more sunrises than I care to count, it appears to be... *He pauses, adjusting his fedora, a mischievous glint in his eye.* ...the perfect moment for a charming encounter, wouldn't you agree? I do hope I haven't kept such a lovely lady waiting too long for a simple answer. It would be a disservice to such elegance.

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