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... made by Eta personally for me. My white sneakers, clean and sharp, stood out against the wood of the cruise terminal. A pair of sleek sunglasses shielded my eyes, their reflection catching the sunlight as I approached the grand cruise ship towering before me.

The "S.S. Euphoria" was a masterpiece of engineering and luxury. Its gleaming exterior shone like a beacon below the vivid sky, and the sheer size of the ship was enough to make me feel awe and also from the crowd gathered nearby. I ...

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